Alex and I took a walk to the beach. My plan was to tire him out at the beach and out at dinner with Daddy. Since the nap striking behavior has made for such late bedtimes, I was sure that an evening of running around followed by a late dinner would do the trick.
First he ran along the beach, finding everything. He yelled with glee and his new freedom. He told the birds to "Stay away!" and told the boats anchored in the marina to "Stop!" He wanted a "Sailboat ride" from one of them. The branches on the shore were lots of crackly fun. Then he got to be a monster, stomping down the beach. "Boom! Boom!" he declared with each step.
It got chilly, but I hadn't brought any jackets for us. I had to stop in a store on Mamaroneck Avenue and buy us some sweatshirts. Oversized for Alex, so it lasts a while - since it was a tad pricey. Red, because Alex loves red. "Mamaroneck", it reads, because that's where Alex lives. (Although, Mommy's reads "Larchmont" and is gray). We were still too early to meet Daddy so we went back to the marina to look at the boats. It was so pretty with the pink dogwood blossoms out. Alex called to the boats anchored in the marina. "Sailboat ride!" "Speedboat ride!" I promised him that we'd go on boat rides in the summer. "Summer!" he cheered. He assured me, laughing, that "Speedboat ride OK". Good to know.
"Boats are gone", he said as one went by. He was disappointed until he heard the clock tower ring out that it was 7 o'clock. "Sen clock!" Alex said.
Soon, it was time to meet Daddy and off to Jolly Joe's we went for dinner. (The Barnacle on Boston Post Road). Alex loved the crayons he got at the table. He loved the restaurant. He loved the jukebox. He loved the muz-tic. He loved singing "Jingle Bell Rock". He loved getting his very own "red dip" (ketchup). He kinda loved the French Fries. He loved the idea of having chicken fingers. He wasn't loving the chicken fingers though. Too tired to eat.
Mommy's plan worked a little too well.
April 29, 2009
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