Instead of a picnic in Central Park with some of Dexter's {international} classmates, we were at home, preparing for a trip to Baltimore the next day, and trying to survive the heat. There was a 75% chance of rain, and no one was quite willing to risk it, especially since there would be babies involved. There was NO rain on the 4th, but it was so hot we all would have been miserable. Maybe some day we'll get that picnic in.
Still, I wanted to do something festive. . .and there was something going on just around the corner from us. Much to Dexter's dismay, we headed out in the blazing temps to walk there to see what was happening. I was thinking it would be a carnival, or something. But, it was a big, fat. . .NOTHING. Even though the 'net had said "day-long-festivities" the truth of the matter was that there was something in the morning, and then the fireworks later in the evening. Not to be deterred, we kept walking to an ice cream store and rewarded ourselves with some yummy ice cream.
Unfortunately, just about an hour after I got Kyalo to bed, the fireworks started, and promptly woke him up and freaked him out. I thought that if he could see them it wouldn't be so scary, but I was wrong. Since the fireworks were happening just outside his bedroom windows, he and I camped out on the couch in the living room. I don't think I've ever been so close to fireworks, and I definitely got the sense of what it might have been like in the Revolutionary War. Intense!
Anyway, Kyalo and I spent an hour or so like this, til the fireworks stopped and we all fell asleep.
hot and sweaty and tired and scared
Since Kyalo doesn't sit still for much these days, I actually enjoyed the snuggle time. He was so sweet, not letting me let him go, pulling my arms to be tight around him.
Maybe next year he'll be more interested in celebrating.
1 comment:
unhappy baby!
(he needs a bin of rice to cheer him up)
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