Except then I have to upload a bajillion photos to my computer. Which is slow. And takes forever. But here they are.

We’ve been to the beach with friends. We splashed and tried to catch baby crabs with squid (some of us more successful than others). We’ve watched our kids do cute dances at Balboa Park. We’ve watched Tahitian and Flamenco dancers. We’ve bonded while our kids grew up in front of us.

Friends are wonderful.

(If you’re not a friend or family you might get bored. There are about 50 photos here. But knock yourself out and watch them anyway. All the kids are damn cute).

Yesterday, he couldn’t ride his bike. In fact, he had a meltdown when Papa tried to teach him.

Today he can.

Do you remember the day you learned to ride your bike? I do. I had a Strawberry Shortcake bike, with pink banana seat and red and white streamers. I remember my dad pushing me off, me begging him not to let go and when he did, as all dads do, that feeling of freedom, knowing I was doing it all on my own.

I hope my son felt that today.

I told him he would never forget this day. We marked it with ice cream, as is necessary for any landmark moment.

It’s going by too fast…

Sorry I haven’t written. Mom’s here and we’ve been a whirlwind of tourism activity. We…

• Went to Julian, famous for their apple pie, and didn’t eat apple pie
• Took far too many layers to wear on our very long Harbor Tour
• Spent far too much money at Old Town
• Drank a lot of wine

Then Mom stayed with Max while hub and I had a little wine country getaway in Temecula. Check out our photo tour.

I’ve got a business trip the rest of the week, and I hope to catch up on all my blogs.