Today the weather was perfect – it reached around mid-80s with a real nice breeze… way better than the obnoxious, 90-something degrees weather we'd been having. Last weekend we spent a greater part of the time inside preparing the house for the baby and, not that we're finished yet, we wanted to do something fun. After Chase woke up from his nap we quickly got ready and headed out. Derek didn't tell me where we were going – we just packed the stroller, a few snacks for Chase, and headed off.
That's not my beer ~ haha
I was sooooo, so happy to realize, as we entered the borough of Brooklyn and got on the Belt Parkway, that we were heading to Coney Island! We hadn't been to Coney Island since Chase was a baby! Since the weather broke (back in mid-Spring) I've been asking about Coney Island…. but it seemed each weekend we got busy and caught up in some other plans. As my pregnancy has come to an end I had started to accept that maybe Coney Island just wasn't in the stars for us this particular summer.
Coney Island was as fun and awesome as I remembered it – with lively music, people young and old from all walks of life, entertainment on the boardwalk, and lots of yummy food! Chase tried funnel cake, cotton candy, mango, and a virgin pina colado for the first time! We started out at our favorite little boardwalk spot, Ruby's Bar & Grill, and had a drink and just relaxed and enjoyed being outdoors.
I think me and Chase's favorite part of the day was the dance party on the boardwalk. There's always a live DJ outside playing House Music, and naturally a huge crowd gathers and everyone dances and parties with wild abandon. Of course, Chase and I got right up in the middle of the circle (his element) and danced our little hearts out. Derek did take video of it, but it's a bit long and not sure I'll be able to upload it to YouTube (maybe I'll try Vimeo). Well just know that we were getting down!
I did get choked up every time I thought about how this was our last major outing as a family of three. In just a few days everything will change for Chase… all of us really. The rational side of me knows the changes will be all for the better – especially once the initial transition has passed. But the more emotional side of me can't help but feel nostalgic and sad. The significance of the day didn't even hit me until Derek mentioned as we left the house that this was our last weekend before the baby came. I had somehow totally blocked this from my consciousness.
We really wanted to make the day special for Chase, and I think we did. He felt so happy and special as he walked/ran on the boardwalk between mommy and daddy. I hope this feeling always lasts for him – and I hope and pray that he accepts and grows to love his new baby brother with open arms, while also aware that he'll always be mommy and daddy's sweet, special, first-born son.