After being housebound for more days than I'd like to count, Rich decided we needed to trek over to Fanueil Hall for the Mayor's Annual Tree Lighting Ceremony.
We contemplated taking the redline into Park and walking over with the stroller. We let Eric make the final call on it because he's been such a trooper over his never ending virus from Hell.
"I want to ride in the car." So we packed up Ye Olde Phil and Ted E3 Stroller into the boot of Ye Olde Honda CRV and headed down Hampshire Street to the Salt and Pepper Bridge.
About five minutes out of our driveway said boy began to howl, "I wanted to take the TRAIN!" We couldn't convince him that we'd said otherwise until we went over the bridge and saw that both sides of the tracks were blocked with heavy equipment. The redline was shut down for the night, and we saw packed buses ferrying would-be subway riders over to Park Street.
Driving, it turned out was the best option for us after all. We even found ourselves some free on street LEGAL parking. When we got there, some blond bimbette band was rapping some Christmas Carols, which make me want to shoot myself in the head. So, I went over to Ann Taylor Loft and picked out some pants to wear to work in December while Rich hung out with the kids. I haven't had a job that required me to dress as a grown up since the early '90's and I was quite surprised to see how the fashions had changed. The damn pants are so wide, I could stuff both my legs into one side. What is up with that? Dear fashion lady... My legs look too thin. Pleas add extra fabric to my pants that will bunch when I walk, and make them so long that they only look good with heels.
I did manage to find a couple of pairs, but it was really hard.
They were supposed to light the tree at 5:15, but The Mayor was late. I was standing there cursing the cold, each of us clutching a child in our arms in the thick crowd. By 5:30 our arms were aching, and Kaylee only wanted her Daddy. Finally Menino showed up with The Green Monster and Santa Clause and the Redsox World Series Trophy. We called it "An Evening with 3 Prominent Fat Men of Boston." And they threw the switch and the whole square lit up and they blew millions of white, swirling pieces of rectangular paper over the crowd. The effect was reminiscent of standing in a snow squall but it was quite pretty. I wonder if in 20 years that's the closest thing to snow my kids will see.
Then we went to Wagamama
for dinner. I was very pleased with them. The food was good, inexpensive, and they can serve Eric a bowl of rice noodles that he will eat. Going out to eat with my family is so freaking hard these days. Someday, Eric will add items to his diet like rice and meat, but for now, we either have to pack a thermos, which he doesn't like. He likes to schmooze with the server and have his food come with everybody else's. It's nice to have another place to go besides Maggiano's. (They have gluten free pasta, but I so don't like that kind of heavy Italian food. I can make stuff that tastes basically the same at 1/10 the cost and calories.) Plus, there is a Wagamama in Harvard Square, so it's a place we could end up at when we're out on adventure.