Not Nice Spice
Being an adult means planning vacation time and making sure to include a bit of a stay-cation so that you can readjust to being home before returning to work. We were so thankful that the good Lord blessed us with the most incredible trip to the beach—no cranking baby in the car, no crazy traffic, only one pit stop, minimal naps with maximum smiles, and every night we took a walk on the boardwalk. It would be hard to beat summertime at the Jersey Shore. Needless to say when we were back home and settled in, we needed to find a new place to explore in Upstate NY. After racking my brain for something new but not too far, we decided to head over to Onondaga Lake Park. On our way we finally hit our vacation traffic—accident on the highway and a line of cars for a summer concert at the harbor. That much traffic in the hot sun works up an appetite. So I detoured Stud over to Heid’s in Liverpool, NY. I cherished every moment I spent with my grandparents. Nothing was quite like stopping a Heid’s for a summer dog on a hot day with the sweetest Grammy and Gramps a girl could ask for. I so wish that they were both here to experience this moment with my little chickadee and stud. Though I gladly played tour guide, taking them through the line and finding the perfect red picnic table, with just the right amount of random stickiness (and be sure I wet-wiped that sucker three times over!). Too bad it was so delicious we had nearly finished before I snapped a picture. Afterwards we drove across the street to the park and enjoyed a sticky-humid walk. It’s so bizarre to return to places you spent as a child. Everything seemed so grand, and biking the 2.5 mile path felt like I was in Tour de France. And then I crashed back to reality when I realized that the park was swamped with people (from your twerpy little brother to those parents desperately trying to morph themselves into relevant culture). Pokemon was everywhere. We felt as though we were in a dream because everyone was in a group of two or three and talking amongst themselves, but they were oblivious to anyone else, completely in a glass bubble. Clearly Stud and I were not the parents desperately trying to be relevant. After counting 17 people playing around us, I decided to randomly call out Pokemon characters I remembered from years of nannying—I might have had too much fun. One thing is for certain my poor daughter is going to have fond memories of me!
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