Sunday Family Funday

Sunday Wil and Nic and I had breakfast around the house and played music and danced. Wil's favorite is "funky town" like she was born in the wrong era. Picture that baby with long labels and disco, platforms. She says "dancing" and puts both her arms up over her head and bounces. you probably wouldn't be able to tell she is saying "dancing" but we can tell. In the late morning, armed with PB&J, we put her in the stroller, hoping she'd fall asleep. We walked to the baby store and picked up a stainless steel sippy cup and I butted into a conversation about carseats. Aftwards we walked to Open Souce Galery where Cezar Del Valle, a local historian was giving a talk about Coney Island. He didn't mind too much that we were late because there were only three other people there. He was glad we doubled the audience, even if one of us was tiny and asleep. He told us about theaters and vaudville acts in coney island how Robert Moses hated it and tried to pass laws to close down the culture there. He had a slide show and drank some coffee out of a really pretty tea cup while he talked. Afterward we walked to the playground across the street, and when Wil was ready for a break, we walked up the hill to the beer garden. Our friends and their baby met us there. We ordered food, and beer and took turns chasing the toddlers around. On the way home for dinner and bedtime, we saw a steve keene painting left on the street. We carried it home talking about where we'd hang it. The only thing we missed out on wasa FREE slurpee at 7-11 on 7/11. Boy were we kicking ourselves afterward. Monday, I met Wil's friend Mac and his mom at the Zoo. We walked there, through Prospect Park. We met a new baby and mom and dog on the way, saw a waterfall and ate some peanut butter and watermellon. Along our long trek home We met up with babyfriend, Nora and had a little dance party in the park. I'm pretty sure Wil said "MINE" and grabbed back her snack cup. She wore a blue dress with vibrant hot air balloons on it. Wil tasted a Frosty, which was probably her favorite part of our adventure. Sometimes I feel pride in relation to how much dirt Nic has to scrub off the baby at bathtime.