Don't ask about Day 2 of the the 3-day weekend. It wasn't pretty.
Day 3 was much better. I finally woke Alex up at about 10:15am, fed him some breakfast and then got us dressed to go to the playground, only to discover that the digital camera was dead. Started juicing it up while Alex rode his tricycle and tested me by continuing to ride it just off the edge of the driveway and onto the street. Each time he'd give me that innocent "is she watching this" look and when I told him to get back up on the driveway or the sidewalk, he'd get off, haul the trike behind him and proclaim "it was an accident." I don't know who he thinks he's fooling.
So, camera charged up some, we headed to the playground, which was a sea of small humanity. ("The sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man, trying to send soup back at a deli.") Alex split his time between giving me ulcers as he climbed the arched ladder up to the slide (I have to remind myself that I can't hold his hand forever) and playing in the sandbox. Two photos:
In the one on the left, I'm struck by the fact that he looks like a little boy now. Not a baby. Where did my baby go? (no, I do not have baby lust) Incidentally, the Canon Powershot performed really well in very bright conditions. I expected these photos to be very washed out given that it was about 12:30 or so.
Next we went to what might have been the most attractively decorated McDonald's, ever. I'm not sure when this location was remodeled, but I was mildly impressed. And that's saying something. I would have appreciated the surroundings much more if there were wireless signals floating through the air. I thought all their locations were wifi-ed now. Hrmph. An elderly couple sat at the booth next to us and as they got up to leave, brought over a stack of paper, asking if Alex wanted some pictures. Before I had a chance to say "boo", they walked away, leaving a stack of 20 or so sheets, each with a picture printed or taped to it -- animals, aerial shots of farms, images of paintings, one of a group of Santas waiting for the subway...a hodge-podge of images. I have no idea what that was all about.
Next we went to Starbucks for chai and purple chair goodness. You see, when you are Alex, the purple couch at Starbucks is apparently the end all, be all. Unfortunately, the purple couch was occupado, so the purple chair had to suffice. For the record, while the people seated on the coveted purple couch were thoroughly charmed by Alex's impromptu concert of "Jingle Bells", they weren't giving up their seats.
Next came a trip to the grocery store and finally we went back home, only to discover that the one thing I'd meant to go buy today was the one thing I forgot -- yoga blocks. Schlepped self and child to Target for said blocks. More on what a con that is later.
And now I'm going to perform that ritual that all good women do the night before seeing their gynecologist. I'm going to paint my toenails.