Two passports, Global Entry, TSA Precheck, and Star Alliance Gold before your first birthday? Luckily you look like Mommy and your MileagePlus account looks like Daddy's.
Daddy's not going bye bye for work today, you're coming along! Because nothing wipes up drool quite as efficiently as the back of a tie. It's like having an on-demand bib floating right in front of you at all times.
Selfies at 35,000 feet. Daddy could get used to this, his giggling new accessory scores him an extra stroopwafel! All his Microsoft Surface ever gets him is looks of derision crossed with pity.
Daddy when I grow up remind me not to go into equity research.
Turns out there's a firetruck waiting at the end of the runway. Which is not usually how you want a flight to end, but in this case the nifty swag comes courtesy of Aunty Tia.
Puking just feels more classy on 800 thread Egyptian cotton.
The grand old La Valencia hotel has been a landmark on the La Jolle waterfront for 90 years. These walls have heard a lot, but they'll be deaf by the end of tonight. It turns out an East Coast bedtime routine does not travel well to the West Coast.
Luckily the sun always comes up in San Diego, and when it does you're always in for a cracker of a day. And a cracker, in Ryan's case.
To think they call this work. Son, you might want to reconsider that whole equity research thing.
Herringbone crosses Bushwick cool with Cali surf-chic. Rock crosses Palmy lameness with Midtown suit-dull. Luckily Lexington is here to get the party started.
Dodge Tyler is in da house! And so is mini-Mei. Unfortunately Ryan sleeps through the entire first encounter with Uncle Dodge. Which ends up being about the only thing he sleeps through on the entire trip...
Good morning Mommy, you look very chipper for someone who got three hours sleep.
When you're hitting the hottest pool club on La Jolle shores you've got to make sure you get styled first. Ryan is rocking his throwback helmet hair. Just wait till Daddy rolls out the bowl cut.
Mommy, is this the three feet end? I think this counts as the deep end for both of us.
A rare stripped koala bear tries to make an escape from San Diego zoo. You can take my Eucalyptus but you'll never take my freedom!
Daddy, why is there a handsome fellow trapped in the wall? Well son, it's because the shiny surface has the property that wavelengths of light in the visible spectrum are reflected so as to preserve the physical characteristics of the original light. Or we could just go with good genes. Yeah, let's stick with that.
Two pools in one day? What kind of paradise is this? Son, the kind where big people get to enjoy their bottles delivered to their pool-side cribs too.
Oh look, the USC marching band has come to serenade Daddy for his outstanding 48 points in this week's round of the Cahan Cup.
Finally, DTC meets RLC! Ryan can't get enough of that cool hat.
Tell Uncle Dodge to get a move on or you'll be a freshman before he finishes his thesis.
The ultra-hip North Park neighborhood earns instant hipster street cred by hiding a waffle stand in the garden behind a working laundromat.
The Coffee - Tea Collective? How very Bernie c. 2016.
If your waffle garden doesn't have Da Vinci's Last Supper re-created on a row of skate boards then you're probably at the IHOP down in the Gaslamp District with a boatload of cruise ship day trippers.
Excellent, looks like Rock won't have to share the caramelized bacon today.
Spoke too soon.
San Diego Zoo, where the wild things are. Both inside and outside of the cages.
More pink than a Brooks Brothers spring sale.
Yes kiddo, just a few more months of development and you'll have surpassed their brain capacity. And a few months after that you'll be surpassing Daddy's.
Daddy, do I get Premier Qualifying Miles for this flight?
Del Mar beach is where the beautiful people hang. Guess Ryan's going to have to find a way to drive his own stroller on down there.
Hey Uncle Dodge, Daddy dumps me in my crib when football is on. Is that the Prisoner's Dilemma?
Looks like Dad forgot to deflate the tires before hitting the sand, we seem to be bogged down.
This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, and this little piggy became a Momofuku pork bun.
High five! Daddy, you outdid yourself with that second order of warm bread rolls.
Early morning stroll with Daddy while Mommy sleeps in. Only the seagulls and surfers are out at this hour.
Riding the pelican in pajamas at 6am. Growing up is so overrated.
The Whale Rider of Aotearoa.
Daddy, is this one of those snapchats that will disappear after 30 seconds? No son, but it's on my blog so you don't have to worry about anyone seeing it anyway.
A craft brew pub serving ramen and pork buns with vintage Nintendos hooked up to the big screens. Anyone want to hazard a guess on the neighborhood?
If you haven't guessed yet here's a hint.
Balboa Park in the heart of San Diego is a sprawling collection of gardens interspersed with stunning Spanish architecture. And the occasional mobile cupcake.
Well Ryan, it could be A-Rod crossed with a Gundam Wing mech. In other words, this is why you're not doing an art degree.
Little Italy is San Diego's Williamsburg, an already-gentrified stretch of uber-cool coffee shops and restaurants. Bird Rock Coffee Roasters fits the hood like vintage skinny jeans on a tattooed barista/aspiring actress.
Juniper & Ivy isn't normally the kind of restaurant you'd take kids too, but luckily Ryan has been trained in the cauldron of Manhattan dining, where high chairs are what you sit in at the Chef's tasting counter.
Ryan's first West-to-East red eye proves he's got what it takes. Welcome to Boarding Group 1 son.
