An Island Made of Mud?

One thing that has always excited me about becoming a dad is seeing the "firsts." For example, Connor has never seen an eclipse. He also hasn't been on a boat, seen two drunk bums get into a fight, heard a symphony in person, recorded a song, read a Kafka novel, jumped off a cliff into a lake, experienced a great Shiraz, kissed a girl (unless he and Miss S have been doing things we don't know about), or written an inane blog post. When he does those things, I'll be there. Except for the kissing one. He'll need to be alone for that one.

I'm working on getting those things in front of his little eyes (well, most of those things). But I don't want them to happen too fast-- gotta savor some of the "firsts" and not blow all my dadhood jollies at once.

So this weekend's "first" was riding a monorail. Specifically, to Mud Island, where we went to his friend Jack's birthday party. (Actually, setting foot on Mud Island is another first, but that's not entirely remarkable.) Connor was afraid that he'd get really dirty on "an island made of mud" but he got over it when he realized all of his friends would be on that ball of mud too.

There was lots of cake eating, pinata busting, romping down the model Mississippi river, and frolicking in the "Gulf."



I don't have pics, but another first this weekend was bowling. Connor bowled an amazing 66, with TWO spares, in his first attempt at this honorable sport. Can a kid make his parents rich on the PBA tour?