On Saturday afternoon, after an all-too-eventful football game, Sawyer had his wig busted. It wouldn’t have been possible without that magical yellow car, but it kept him occupied enough for a whirlwind cut. He was rewarded with an extended stay at the park next to the train stop while Abby got her hair cut too. He definitely looks like a little boy again:
On Sunday, Abby and I decided to leave the cool and foggy San Francisco weather behind in favor of warm and sunny Sonoma. You can barely see the Golden Gate Bridge as we left town:
It was in the mid 60s on the bridge and low 80s in Sonoma, which is just about 40 miles away. Sawyer took a short nap in the car but he was ready to go once he saw the park:
And gucks!
Here’s a trick of his I’ve never seen before:
After lunch, we took Sawyer to Train Town. It had all of the charm of a low-budget county fair, but fortunately the “coo coos” more than made up for it (sadly, there was no sign of Engineer Kermit). Sawyer was in heaven:
The three of us even took an extended ride on one. Here we are waiting for the all aboard call:
Sawyer stood in between my legs and said “coo coo” and “woo woo” almost the entire time:
The train stopped about half-way through in this weirdo little, and by little I mean miniature, town with a petting zoo. Sawyer was more interested in the “ah boose” at the end of the train:
Before we left, we hit the merry go round:
It was tough to leave Sonoma, but Sawyer needed a real nap. Of course, the fog was waiting for us at the Golden Gate:
And finally, as if that weren’t enough excitement for one weekend, the three of us went to the beach on Monday. It was so sunny and warm that the ocean even felt good enough to be in for more than a second at a time. Abby and I took turns trying to keep him dry:
Note the lack of shorts, his one and only pair ended up completely soaked so he had to go the rest of the afternoon in just a diaper. Sawyer had so much fun in the water, he just couldn’t get enough. It was hard work trying to keep him safe and relatively dry. Look at him go:
Hysterical.
Tomorrow, the three of us get to celebrate Abby’s birthday! It looks to be another beautiful day in San Francisco so I hope we can get outside and take some more pictures. Happy birthday, Abby!
Well, I can’t say for sure, but I do know that he loved every second of the “up and down” game. My parents bounced him most of the way home from the park on Thursday, and had it been up to him they never would have stopped:
Here’s three generations of Truitt men. I love this picture:
It all started at the park:
Many more pictures and videos to come!
In the morning, Sawyer and I went to Julius Kahn Playground, where Abby had taken him before and really enjoyed it. I wanted to walk, for reasons unknown to me now, so I bundled up Sawyer in his Figgys sweater and headed out. It was windy and kinda chilly and almost entirely uphill, so the sweater was a perfect choice.
Here he is on the swings, his absolute favorite part of any playground:
He looks so much older with his new haircut, and maybe even more handsome too!
Later that afternoon, Abby and I took him to the Argonne Playground just around the corner from our new place. Sawyer loves the orange tube.
Coming:
And going:
Even better than the normal swings, Argonne has what looks like gigantic gongs hanging on four wires. They’re normally full of older kids swinging wildly, but Abby and Sawyer waited patiently to get one all to themselves:
The pictures may not show it, but the video does. He loves it:
Sawyer finished up with a sip of Abby’s raspberry italian soda, which initially surprised him but quickly won his heart. He loves the bubbly stuff:
Our old neighborhood had few parks, but our new one has what seems to be one on every block. It’s one of my favorite things out here, that and going to sleep with the foghorn at the entrance to the Golden Gate.
Early Christmas morning in San Francisco, Sawyer chooses to play with the remote control then my phone rather than open presents. Of course, once we helped him open his presents he lost all interest in anything else:
Here’s his gift from Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mark (his one man marching band just got much more interesting):
Sawyer loved his new “Choo Choo” from me:
Here is Sawyer practicing with his “Shaka Shaka” (thanks Mark and Kelly!):
Later that day we went for a walk in city to see a new museum that just opened. Sawyer’s favorite part was showing off his new climbing skills on the steps out in front:
He also likes to climb things inside, like our coffee table, much to our dismay:
When we were in Columbus the week before Christmas, Sawyer entertained everyone at my Dad’s birthday dinner. He’s dancing for Sarah and Kevin when he looks to his left, and raising his arms for a touchdown when he looks to my Dad on his right. My mom has the camera while Abby and I try to feed him, but as you’ll soon see he had little interest in us. Too funny:
Last but not least, Sawyer and I celebrated “Dada Day 2008” on the day after Christmas. I had hoped to take him to the California Academy of Sciences, but I wasn’t the only one with that idea — there was a 90 minute wait to get in the door! Instead he and I walked over to one of the playgrounds in Golden Gate Park and played on the swings:
If you’re reading this in an email, you won’t see the videos so please click over to flickr or Sawyer’s website to see them.
The last week has been, well, challenging. Sawyer got sick. Then Scott got sick. As of yet I have managed to keep going without getting too rundown. It hasn’t been easy with the lack of sleep and the fact that we have been packing for the move to the new apartment.
We will have many new and exciting stories soon, but for now please enjoy pictures of Sawyer in the park from two weeks ago. There are a lot of pictures to enjoy below. Thanks to GG, Great Grandma Ernst, for the outfit! We love it! It matches The Beatles “Yellow Submarine” shirt that I got him. I have been waiting for it all to fit!
In the picture below, Sawyer is trying to take off his sock. He loves taking them off and chewing on them. Scott says Sawyer is a bit like Molly, Scott’s dog from when he was young. Molly loved socks, especially dirty ones!
Last week I took Sawyer to the park for a swing. I still need to bolster him with blankets to keep him upright. I guess I made him too cozy, because he fell asleep while swinging.
I have to admit, I let him “hang-out” there for about 15 mins. I didn’t want to wake him. He hasn’t been sleeping all that much, and he looked so darn cozy.
On Friday, Sawyer and I played in the park while waiting for Scott to get his hair cut (it is a really good haircut too). The baby portion of the park has been closed for remodeling for the past month. We have been waiting anxiously for it to reopen. The baby swings are still a bit big for him, but I was able to position blankets around him to fill in the gaps. He loved it.
He immediately fell asleep on the stroll home, only to be awakened as we stopped to get the mail. He was not very happy, and has yet again expertly recreated one of my faces. It is know as the “you woke me up, grrrrrrrrrrrr” face.
