Happy Father's Day - pt. 3

So another sticky Sunday in DC, but today was Dad's day.

Pop-pop was still in town from Saturday's visit, so he, Bailey, Harry & Kim welcomed me at the breakfast table today with fresh coffee and Shrek Eggo waffles (my own waffle notwithstanding, as I had bought them yesterday after staring at the frozen section of Harris Teeter for about 15 minutes, then convincing myself that they were indeed the only mini-waffles that weren't some kind of butter/maple/chocolate-coated... turns out they were in fact nothing like what I expected, but still tasty).

Some new reading material, tickets to see uber-dad Bill Cosby in concert in a few weeks, and various sundries, and it was off to Old Town for a nice morning walk with a fresh Starbucks to get things going. As usual, we spent a while at Harry's favorite spot in town, the pavillion stage in Market Square. Followed by a nice stroll down on the water, across waterfront park to visit one of the pirate ships from the previous night's Tall Ships parade, and then hit the pool!

As previously noted, I'm all for the pool membership. Mostly because it never fails to exhasut the little man. On cue he fell fast asleep on the ride home. So much so that there was NO n notice of the trip in the house and subsequent wardrobe change until after he woke up.

Pizza dinner courtesy of Mom & Les' favorite mail-order deep-dish, and another quick view of Dumbo, and off to bed.

I won't get into how much of yesterday's Little Gym show I missed because I got stuck on a conference call, but I will mention how overwhelmingly normal Harry has become.

Normal, as in can hold his own in a daily conversation about just about anything. Overwhelming, in that how the heck did this happen already? He goes about his day, very deliberately, very matter-of-fact. New things seem to surprise him, but the regularity of it all still surely soothes him. We still need to point out who's picking him up at the end of the day (more so we/I won't get the 3rd degree from Solon, but that's another story), but as Kim pointed out, "he's such an old 3 year-old."

To watch him walk around at the pool, interacting with more adults than with other kids, to see him running around with the big kids at dinner the other night (he's their pet, they're his idols!), but he's quickly gotten himself to that point that he doesn't NEED to be closely supervised by one of us all of the time. He can hold his own when he wants to, and when he doesn't he'll usually come find one of us rather than scream from the top of his lungs.

Which is all well and good at this point. I'm sure I'll be looking back wishing for these days again in a few years when Dad's not cool anymore.

See how I did that.. at least in my head I still am!