Hooked by Red Hook

E and I have long thought we probably belonged in Red Hook. Though we had never been :) Affordable loft spaces by the water in an artists enclave with great views pretty much nails down our search criteria. The hitch - no sub access. WTF? Thus the affordable bit...

But then I heard word of a monument to food lying in wait by the water: Fairway. Post co-op, we found ourselves, finally, trekking to the area for a peek. Two scooters and an hour later, we arrived at a little slice of Sunday heaven.

There was an art show going on (this was weeks ago now, I am, once again, behind!) and the sun was shining. We zoomed through Fairway and fell in love (with everything but the horrible motto hanging out front. Shop locally buy globally or some such nonsense. Its true they have everything under the sun, but loosely buying into the local bandwagon seemed a cheap shot when surrounded by peppers from Chile...) E was officially off the hook for the co-op, as soon as P and I could finagle a way to this nether-region food nirvana...

Satisfied with the shopping, we scooted along the water, watching the boats and Lady Liberty. We explored everywhere, dark buildings, strange plant shops, weird gardens, tiny docks, winding our way around, hopping gates and slipping under fences when necessary.




P finds some undulating equipment to fly around on:



And it hit me how times have changed for the Little Man. Used to be, we skipped pretty much everything. Holiday parties, restaurants, neighborhood walks, museums. You name it, the Little Man was probably too squirmy and unruly to be happy there. He needed floor play and intense focus to feel comfortable. And here he was, sailing around the city all day long, happy as a clam. If we stopped to catch our breath and the view, he'd drop down and play in the dirt. If we were on the scooters for a long duration, he'd weave a web with me about BB, shouting up to me over the ambient traffic noise the plot highlights so that BB (er, me) could properly respond. E and I would rather explore than just about anything (well, naps reign pretty supreme for E too...) and we're able to do it again without any guilt that the Little Man is miserable. Happy happy joy joy :)