In honor of Little’s upcoming third birthday (He’s three? What?!), I took him out for the day yesterday. Just me and Little, having a date. “Did you have fun with Mama on your outing today, Little?” “It wasn’t a outing, Dada, it was a DATE.” “Well excuuuuse me.” I always take vacation the week before each of the boys’ birthdays to prepare for the epic birthday cakes (see also The Birthday Cake Bar). I don’t actually need an entire week to make a cake, though, and I really shouldn’t be serving week-old cake anyway, so last year I came up with the idea of taking each birthday boy out for some one-on-one time. It was a huge hit so I decided to make it a yearly tradition. Over the weekend I was wracking my brain, trying to come up with some amazing and memorable events to do with Little. Monday night around 10 PM I was still stressing about it and searching online for kid-friendly activities. Just about then, my mister said the most amazing thing: “Babe, he just wants to be with you.” It might as well have been a bucket of cold water over my head. Of course he does. He just wants to spend time with his Mama, have me all to himself and not have to share me with Big. Such a simple idea, but a powerful one. I immediately put down the computer, sat back and thought about Little’s favorite things: being outside and Batman. Done. Easy peasy.

So, dear readers, I give you photographs from the Second Annual Little’s Birthday Date Day.

First stop:  Roaring Brook Nature Center in Canton.  His short little sized-eighteen-month legs walked the trails with me for over two hours!  Heaven!!

 

Checking out skulls.
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A coyote and a raccoon!
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Eye to eye with a funky orange snake.
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Don’t try this at home, kids. That snapper’ll take yer finger.
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My baby tree hugger. The acorn doesn’t fall far from the well-hugged tree.
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Claiming the bridge.
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“Mama, I think maybe I teared the worm.”
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He’s a swinger.
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We met Quinn, the resident mourning dove.
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Second stop:  Lunch at The Iron Frog in Simsbury where they did not, in fact, have pizza on the menu, much to the birthday boy’s disappointment.

 

He got over it pretty quickly.
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Last stop:  Toys R Us in West Hartford.  Mecca.

Already six Batmans to choose from yet still he seeks more.
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Coveting the Batcave.
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It was the best day EVER. We’re definitely not saving this just for birthdays anymore. My mister is even inspired to start date days with him and each boy, too (though he may come up with a different title rather than “Date Days”).

Zonked.
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I wish this could be every day.

Looks like I need to work on my selfie skills.
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