I love building tall towers with Mom.
And dumping out mulch with Dad!
Mom, Dad, and I braved some sprinkling weather to visit the mostly outdoor Children's Discovery Museum.
They had some cool exhibits, like one where you try to make a boat out of floaty connectors.
But what I was most fascinated by wasn't even an exhibit.
A live and in person stinky garbage truck!
I have a vague recollection of what it was like to be an only child. And this week, I got to experience it again when school was closed, and Mom and Dad took a few days off to hang out with me two-on-one!
Our first day we took the Roaring Camp Railroad to Santa Cruz.
I wasn't sure about the train at first, and insisted we sit in one of the enclosed cars.
But I warmed up enough to give the conductor our tickets!
I caught the first glimpse of the beach!
On the carousel, I chose bench snuggling with Dad, but made Mom ride one of the snarling horses.
I sampled my first taste of a food that would later have me say, in a totally unrelated conversation, "I love funnel cake."
I told Mom and Dad that when Wylie's bigger he can sit next to me in the car.
Emboldened by our time at the boardwalk, we sat in the uncovered cars on the way back, cooled by a nice breeze and dappled by the sun peeking through the redwoods above.