We have so much to give thanks for this year, but instead of naming material possessions or hell, even noteworthy accomplishments, quite simply, I’m most thankful for our family. Our big, often dysfunctional, but full of love family.
We’re not perfect, but whose is?
This Thanksgiving reminded me of how much I appreciate each and every one of these individuals who are to blame for my neurosis and my penchant for drinking too much. But if it wasn’t for all of them, yep, you guessed it, I wouldn’t be who I am today. More on that later…
This holiday started out like any holiday with me procrastinating to pack and clean to prepare for our trip home to Virginia. Except this year, I pushed the envelope even further. After reading on Twitter that the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade Balloon Inflation started at 3, I announced to the masses on Facebook that I was going to head into the city with Jack.
I thought, we’re forging ahead with trying to move to the suburbs, my chances of being spontaneous and heading into the city are starting to diminish altogether. *sob* Since we did the balloon inflation last year, and Jack was just barely 1, I wanted him to see and experience things a bit more now that he’s a year older.
I allotted two hours at the most for commuting and viewing the balloons. The traffic crushed that agenda. The bus and subway were all packed, but thankfully, Jack did great with the public transit. He’s been known to meltdown when traffic takes a bit too long…but we made it.
Once we made it all the way up to the Upper West Side—which, by the way, is a total pain in the ass to do in the drizzling rain AND insane Thanksgiving traffic—Jack was fast asleep since it was his naptime. The crowds were bearable (for me) since it was Thanksgiving in NYC., but add a sleepy Jack and the rain? Oh boy.
He woke up without much fuss and set his sights on Mickey the Sailor being inflated and immediately begged to get up! Since our subway stop dumped us off into the midst of the balloon inflation fun, we had to follow the crowd and actually started at the second half of the sights. Jack and I walked around and even managed to get a few pictures, in between accidentally clipping a few heels with the stroller on the way. Oops!
Since we arrived right at the beginning of the inflation, there were a few balloons that weren’t quite bloown up yet. There were signs that helped us figure out what was what, and Jack even pointed out a few. Mickey the Sailor and Hello Kitty were two personal favorites. They’re all awesome, who am I kidding!
I really, truly wish we had more time to see all of the balloons being inflated, but unfortunately, with the crowds and holiday traffic AND our plans to head to Va after Jeff got off, Jack and I only saw half of the balloons. Still…I’m so glad we did; to be able to be spontaneous and expose the kid to so much fun stuff that I could only dream about when I was a kid, is a special thing.