There’s a second line-up of cars on the other end of the couch, as meticulous as this one. Eventually the back and arms of the couch were full of cars too.

I love the way he sees the world, the opportunities it presents, and the insanely creative things he does with both. This particular example is really quite remarkable. You never cease to amaze me, Sawyer!

We hopped out at Union Square, and then walked down Powell Street so he could watch the cable cars. He really liked the cable car turn around, and pleaded with me to go on one. I would have happily said yes had the line not been so long. Next time, Sawyer.

After that, he tolerated some shopping so I could buy a pair of much needed jeans. We then jumped on a street car for ride up Market Street to grab lunch at the Ferry Building. We scored a great table on the street so he could watch the street cars and motorcycles go by.

I got him some chicken fingers, normally his favorite, and some fries. He wouldn’t touch the chicken but devoured every last one of his fries:

This might be the first uneventful video ever posted here. He seemed set on spilling his honey mustard sauce all over him, constantly moving it closer and closer to the edge of the table, but somehow I escaped that fate. Maybe he’s growing up. Or maybe I just know his game too well.

After that, we walked behind the Ferry Building to see the boats. An older gentleman was playing his clarinet so I gave him a small donation and he played three songs for Sawyer, “Old MacDonald,” “Twinkle, Twinkle,” and “Frère Jacques.” I love giving him a chance to see and hear music being made up close, but he was more interested in the train ride I promised him.

So off we went to go underground for the final leg of our trip, just two quick stops on the Muni train to meet Abby at Town’s End. We played around out front while she finished up, and once in the car he completely passed out:

Unfortunately I woke him up when I got him out of the car, so I eventually had to lie down on the bed in his room to get him to go back to sleep. He woke me up a couple of times by snoring comically, no doubt in response to me snoring in my sleep. Eventually he fell asleep and slept for over three hours.

Believe it or not, this was the most relaxing weekend I’ve had in a long, long time. Exhausting, but well worth it. Thank you, Abby and Sawyer!

Thankfully I was quick, and had a glass ready for him when he came running for me. I started him with his favorite monkey straw, but the shake was too thick. Once in the living room, Abby and I ditched the straw and let him drink it straight from the glass, all by himself. He did well in the beginning:

Then, as always, he got ornery:

Thank you, Mema D!

Now he knows his ABCs too:

It’s 9pm now, and he’s been in bed for the last hour or so, but he’s still singing away in his crib. I love you, Sawyer, but Dada is tired. IT’S TIME TO GO TO BED.

I must have been completely lost in my computer because I looked up not even two minutes later to see that he had packed his pajamas full of cars. Watch him add the last few and then pull them out one-by-one:

And yes, I actually say, “It’s like Christmas morning. From your pants.” In the end, I counted 27 cars and he knew almost every one of them by name. I especially love the way he says, “Octagon.”

All I have to do is put one down the back of his pajamas and then wait for him to beg for more. I have no idea why he thinks this is so much fun, but he absolutely loves it.

By the way, when I went in the change him last night I found his pajamas unzipped to his knee. As far as I know there weren’t any cars in his crib, maybe he was just practicing for the next go-round of “cars in the jamas.” Wouldn’t put it past him.

Abby posted a great video of him eating the very same meal almost a year ago. I can’t believe how much hair he had back then, his head is barely big enough to hold it all!

The more I or anyone else tries to wear him down, the stronger he gets. Four trips to the park, four days in a row, three of them on the bus. He cannot get enough.

He knew exactly what to do when he got to the park too:

Up and down the slide, over and over again:

A picture can never do justice to this view:

He was a little frustrated that I couldn’t push him higher in the swing:

He’ll have to graduate to the big boy swings if he really wants to fly, but I’m in no rush to show him how those work.