Travels with Aidan
Well, as I mentioned, last week was vacation time! And what a vacation...Aidan took his first trip to a public amusement area-- namely, the Camden Aquarium. I know, I know, you're thinking "What the hell kind of parent takes thier 7 month old to CAMDEN?!?!?:" Well, let me tell you, the answer is "a terrified one". I had always thought, "No way, Camden can't possibly be as bad as everyone makes it sound-- I lived in West Philly, I can take it." WRONG. The second we got off the highway, up come the windows and down go the locks. There were a couple of guys walking up the middle of the street who I normally would have honked at and thrown the finger to, but I've become rather fond of breathing through my nose and not through a sucking chest wound.
Once we were there, safe inside the confined of the guarded parking lot, it was cool. They only let a set number of peopl in per hour so it can never get too crowded, which is nice when you're pushing a stroller with a kid who's flailing around like he just saw the world's biggest ba-ba. He LOVED it. He especially loved the hippos, pounding his little hands on the glass and kicking his legs with glee. I have to wonder exaclty what he thought they were, since the only two animals he has seen in real life thus far are cats and dogs. Maybe he thought they were giant shaved aquatic kittys. I dunno. Anyway, we also got his his first round of souvenier crap he can look at in a few years and wonder where it came from. I decided to start a new tradition for him-- you know those machined that flatten pennies and imprint a small picture on them? I decided he has to have one of those from everywhee we go.
I promptly screwed that up the next day when we went to Atlantic City and I forgot about it. AC was fun too-- he got to laugh at the seagulls, and there were plenty of old Russian immigrant woment to tell him how precious he is. Yeah, I knwo, that last part doesn't make sense to me either. But it's true. He had a grand old time strolling about, and even got a toy out of us when we went to the KayBee Toy Outlet. Ok, well, truthfully that was all me-- I have this sick addiction that makes me buy something, anything, every time I am more than 5 miles away from home. And yes, lapdances count but only if my family isn't there. Then I only get half credit. But I digress.
To top it all off, the little guy pooed a tooth through the other day. Kinda. I mean, you can feel it if you stick his finger in his mouth (which, FYI, he isn't a big fan of) but nothing is visible yet. and he, as usual, doesn't relly seem to care. Until he goes to bed. The it must really bother him, so he hasn't been sleeping so well lately. Which means that, yet again, I'm not sleeping good either. I think that before you're allowed to have children you should have to be subjected to a battery of test to check your mental abilities while running on no sleep for extended periods of time.
Like, oh say, 18 years.
Once we were there, safe inside the confined of the guarded parking lot, it was cool. They only let a set number of peopl in per hour so it can never get too crowded, which is nice when you're pushing a stroller with a kid who's flailing around like he just saw the world's biggest ba-ba. He LOVED it. He especially loved the hippos, pounding his little hands on the glass and kicking his legs with glee. I have to wonder exaclty what he thought they were, since the only two animals he has seen in real life thus far are cats and dogs. Maybe he thought they were giant shaved aquatic kittys. I dunno. Anyway, we also got his his first round of souvenier crap he can look at in a few years and wonder where it came from. I decided to start a new tradition for him-- you know those machined that flatten pennies and imprint a small picture on them? I decided he has to have one of those from everywhee we go.
I promptly screwed that up the next day when we went to Atlantic City and I forgot about it. AC was fun too-- he got to laugh at the seagulls, and there were plenty of old Russian immigrant woment to tell him how precious he is. Yeah, I knwo, that last part doesn't make sense to me either. But it's true. He had a grand old time strolling about, and even got a toy out of us when we went to the KayBee Toy Outlet. Ok, well, truthfully that was all me-- I have this sick addiction that makes me buy something, anything, every time I am more than 5 miles away from home. And yes, lapdances count but only if my family isn't there. Then I only get half credit. But I digress.
To top it all off, the little guy pooed a tooth through the other day. Kinda. I mean, you can feel it if you stick his finger in his mouth (which, FYI, he isn't a big fan of) but nothing is visible yet. and he, as usual, doesn't relly seem to care. Until he goes to bed. The it must really bother him, so he hasn't been sleeping so well lately. Which means that, yet again, I'm not sleeping good either. I think that before you're allowed to have children you should have to be subjected to a battery of test to check your mental abilities while running on no sleep for extended periods of time.
Like, oh say, 18 years.
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