It’s not the 4th of July without Macy’s
Fireworks. I barely remember
fireworks before my dad started working for Macy’s. Probably because nothing can compare. Last year Blake was two months old and
I would have brought him to the city, but the fireworks were on the East River
and the parking garage was far away and everyone made it seem like it was going
to be a huge hassle. I was upset
that I had to miss the fireworks but Blake is our priority and I’m not selfish. It probably would not have been the best
thing for him. Instead we sat in the parking lot of Sears in Hackensack and
watched the Hackensack fireworks.
It was easy to get in and out and at least I saw fireworks. I had to. It certainly wasn’t Macy’s though. I know it’s hard to believe because if you’ve ever been to
Sears in Hackensack it’s certainly an experience, to say the least. Blake slept through them.
This year there was no doubt we were making the trip to Long
Island City. We packed up our
Monkey Mat because we basically bring it everywhere since it’s so easy to throw
in my diaper bag. When we got
there we set up our stuff and got on line to get some food. Blake chose a
PB&J and he was very pleased with it.
Sidebar on the PB&J—I don’t even know what I would do if Blake was
allergic to peanut butter. I think
I’d have to get rid of him. Or
just make him sit on the porch while I ate it. KIDDING. SO
KIDDING. But peanut butter
is like a food group in our house so I’m glad Blake loves it as much as we
do. Blake also LOVES pickles. He was eating them with his PB&J. He may be pregnant. Then last night I'm fairly certain he ate his weight in pickles at dinner.
All was going well at the fireworks and Blake was making
friends with everyone around us, as usual. There was loud music so he was dancing—Blake was having a
blast. Then we feel a couple rain
drops. It’s not supposed to rain
until later so we think it will pass.
It starts to rain a little harder and we run to hide under something. Then it starts to downpour. Finally it stopped and we went back out
to set up our blankets again. It
drizzled some more after that and we weren’t sure if we should stay. It’s one
thing for me to be soaked for an hour waiting for fireworks, but I can’t do
that to my one year old. That’s
bad parenting. Or is it?!
Honestly, Blake wasn’t soaked, but he was a bit wet. He did not care.
At all. My mom kept asking
if we wanted to leave. If Blake
was miserable I would have been out of there but he was still having a
blast. He is SO easy. It was way past his bedtime and I was
afraid he was going to be super cranky, but Blake can TOTALLY hang.
The next 30 minutes flew by and before we knew it we were
counting down the last 10 seconds before the fireworks began. The second they started Blake was mesmerized. He just stared into the sky and kept
pointing at the fireworks.
My one
year old watched the ENTIRE SHOW!
It was one of those moments that unexpectedly made me weepy. It’s something I love experiencing each
year and sharing it for the first time with Blake was something I’ll never
forget. Blake won’t remember this
next year, but I’ll never forget the look on his face. I’ll also never forget the feeling in
my back as I carried Blake back to the parking garage a mile away in my Baby K’tan. That was still easier than
navigating a stroller through the crowd though. I also just realized when I uploaded this photo that Blake is about the same width as me...
We’ve been getting back into the swing of things at
home. Cleaning the house, doing
some yard work, taking things out of our suitcase as we need them. This would usually go on until it was
finally empty but we need to pack again in a week so I guess maybe I should get
on the whole unpacking thing.
Blake has been sleeping through the night the past few nights. It’s amazing. I haven’t felt this rested since 2014. Our little man gets more fun every day
and I somehow continue to fall more in love with him each day as well.
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