The two day trip to Dumbo

Sunday was lovely. So we headed to get some cheese. And got seriously sidetracked.

Buds popping, sun shining, germs receding, we thought Dumbo. Rock tossing. But as we scooted down the block, the Little Man said he wasn't ready for the subway, he wanted to scoot. I felt him, having been walled in for weeks. So we zoomed through the packed park, the child blissfully in the lead, playing explorer.

All through the park, past Grand Army Plaza, past our buddies we bumped into, circling all around our neighborhood we went. But, the small leader still recognized where he was. And he was in the mood to explore. To get lost.

Then the idea hit him. We should scoot all the way to Dumbo.

If only I was fabulous enough to import a Brooklyn map here.

Dumbo is, as the rock tossing sentence would suggest, on the edge, by the water. Park Slope is in the middle, by the park. In between, there are many other neighborhoods. We wandered for a while and then the wimpy parents finally called it quits. The child, who has been an insomniac for the last week (up for hours each night! Sweetly and quietly attempting to let me (E has moved to the couch) sleep, but failing, miserably ;) gave in fairly quickly with promises to repeat the challenge again the following day.

Which we did. Setting out after lunch, P and I scooted our way through the afternoon, the child leading (saying he could "fmell the water, we must be getting close, Mama, I can fmell it.") Eventually, we arrived at the rock tossing destination, and did just what we planned, P exclaiming all the while how thrilled he was that spring weather was finally here. Amen to that.


P's not the only kid in love with this past time...