|Saturday our family was fated to once again visit the Big Rat in the Sky; yup you guys know his name…Chuck. We attended a birthday party and Roan couldn’t have been happier to go there even though he’d just been there four days prior for a different birthday party. Let me say that I know it is popular to hate on the Big Rat. But, the employees there are remarkably amicable. I’m not being sarcastic here. In the most sincere way I’d like to say that Brooklyn has the nicest Chuck E. Cheese employees possibly in the world. Which is interesting because directly below Chuck’s is a Target, which has the nastiest employees in the world. For reals. They are very mean. I do not know how Chuck’s guys maintain their cheery dispositions because after a little while there I feel like putting a fork into my eyeball for relief from the constant noise. Those kids are unflappable.|
|When Anson, Roan and I began walking home, I navigated us on a path we don’t typically follow. It is down a somewhat depressing street with run down buildings but a few new ones. There are a lot of murals on the walls, and I thought Roan would enjoy seeing them. He told me he thought they were “Just so-so”. W
ell. We headed over the Gowanus Canal, which is famously dirty and not beautiful. Roan stopped us right over the water and threw a fist full of Goldfish crackers into the water. Seagulls started swooping down from thin air, and suddenly ducks were swimming in the previously empty canal. I have no idea where they came from. Or how they survive in the rainbow colored water. We stayed there for about an hour, throwing crackers into the water, taking bets on whose head the birds would poop on first. Miraculously no one got it. I’m hoping this picture will remind Roan of this day – it was so simple and fun and there was a lot of laughter. With no planning or strategizing at all. What the….?
We got home and Anson tried to lie down on the couch. HA! Not on my watch. I know that it is a time-honored tradition for the weekend to be the time of nap taking but did I mention it was a beautiful day? So I bullied him off the couch and we headed over to the park for some skateboarding. After about 15 tiring minutes of me telling Roan he was riding with the wrong foot forward, he finally told me, “Mom, this is just my way. So it is my way.” Reeeeaaaallllly. I mean, ok. So I let it go but told him he should ride it the same way he rides his scooter, with the other foot forward. He turned around and did this gesture where he scratched his nose but I’m kind of certain that he was giving me the finger. I blame the parents.
|The following day we hung out with Sophia. And I watched Roan on his scooter and whaddya know? He DOES ride with the same foot forward. I was totally screwing him up with my advice. Lesson learned. His way is just his way and the finger. Ok I get it. But then…my boy just flew. He hopped on his bicycle, which he hasn’t ridden since last autumn. He was afraid and told me not to let go. But I did let go because I couldn’t keep up and he mastered within minutes what he fought hard to barely grasp all season last year. Not only that, Sophia demanded that her training wheels come off, and she perfected everything about riding a two-wheeled bicycle in about ten minutes.|
|We had a celebratory dinner with our friends at their home, with their extended family in town and all these completely nutso kids running around in an apartment bursting at the seams. We finally got home feeling fat and tired and Anson finally got to fling his body onto the couch and Roan was dirty and goofy and me? I just cannot remember ever being happier. These moments of common occurrences: feeding birds, riding bikes with friends, dinners together – they are overwhelming to me. I would almost wish for a stop button to push, but I’m eager to see what’s next. I think good times are always just around the corner. Provided there’s good weather.|