What do you do when a bird shits on your head?

Lucky for me, I had an entire container of wipes in my diaper bag. It is not somethng you would think would happen in my quiet little Woodbridge neighborhood. But I kid you not - I was on a walk with Zach and a damn bird shit on my head. Lucky for Zach, he was shielded by the stroller canopy. That was the big excitement for my day. Is it really good luck?

Earlier this morning, we went to My Gym in Newport Beach. I know.. fancy, fancy. This place was so much more fun than Gymboree - but the mom's were not nearly as friendly - go figure. There were two really cool things about this class. There was a station with a gymnastics bar to hold on to, a trampoline and a mirror in front of it. Imagine the delight on Zach's face as he watched himself jump up and down. At the conclusion of the class - they hook swings that hang from the ceiling -again, pure enjoyment. I am amazed at how social and responsive Zach is becoming. He is actually listening and understanding. He must not be taking after me in that respect.

After nap and lunch time I decided to go to the Discovery Cube in Santa Ana. I keep thinking I have these great ideas but they aren't turning out as great as I had hoped. It was a cool place. It will be better once Zach is a little older. Nonetheless, he had fun watching all the kids run around, eating pizza hut and running around the exhibits. His favorite was putting the carrots, onions and potatoes in the right holes in the garden. What a smart little boy!