We are official Brooklyn residents once more! After our move a couple of weeks ago, I finally burrowed a trail through the mountain of moving boxes and bags littering our apartment floor and decided to take a day trip with the little and friends. My mom guilt has been in serious overdrive with the amount of energy moving consumes and the fear that Atlas isn’t getting enough play time while I set up house (or outdoor time/stimulation/tickles/kisses/motor practice and did I remember to give him vegetables with dinner last night and oh man, maybe I’m the worst mom ever in the history of ever…)
But I digress. We definitely needed to get some fresh air and an impromptu jaunt to Coney Island seemed like just the thing, keeping in mind that I’ve never actually been there. We braved the 40-minute subway ride and the Sunday crowds…three mamas and three unpredictable kiddos, with a trio of strollers in tow. Incredibly enough, the day went smoothly. The boys raced along the boardwalk, shrieked at seagulls, played in the warm sand, ate deep-fried things without regret. I liked the backdrop of the kitschy landmarks on the boardwalk, the coasters rolling, the random saxophone player covering Michael Jackson’s entire catalog. It was a good day.
I feel like I’m just finding our summer groove and we only have a short time left of it before fall starts to pluck the leaves from the trees and exhale a chill across the borough. I guess we’ll have to make the most of it while the sun is shining. The boxes will still be here when we get back.
(FYI: Atty’s jumper is a repeat from my last post in the park and my dress is hard to see in these dark pics, but credits below anyway;))