we just got in from the coldest, funniest nyc holiday tradition that i can think of... standing in the freezing cold in enormous herds of people to watch giant balloons bobbing slowly past you on the street....
we got really lucky and found the craziest spot to watch the parade from, right smack in the middle of the street in columbus circle (props to brandon holbrook for managing that one.)
while we stood there shivering, brandon and i were remembering henry's first thanksgiving, when we lived up in our little green bathroom palace on the corner of central park west. we'd barely woken up and were snuggled in bed that morning when we heard a marching band from the street and thought, oh hey, aren't we on the parade route? brandon stuck his head out the window and yes we were! we took turns peeking our heads out the window by the bed to watch the balloons float by, wearing just our pajamas and bed heads. huck was three or four weeks old and still moved awkwardly like a slow-motion t-rex. you know what i mean? it was heaven.
so, while my mom's mixing up the green bean casserole and before it's my turn to throw together the sweet potatoes (my kitchen might feel enormous to me, but it's still a one-person-at-a-time affair in there), here are a few photos from this morning, thanks to brandon and my little brother blake's magic clicky fingers. mine were way too numb to work a camera button. ;)
(that enormous chocolate cookie? that would be henry holbrook's breakfast. parents of the year!)
we love the parade! but after a while ... it starts to get a little painful.
we were freeeeeeezing.
but you've got to hold out for santa!
we made it!