LITTLE BOYS IN NYC + THE BUSINESS OF MAKING DREAMS COME TRUE

this is my theory in the making: it's gotta be pretty dang rad to be a two-year-old boy. talk about a decent way to live. 

you get to wake up when you feel like it, watch any mickey mouse cartoon your fingers can find on the ipad while you eat your morning yogurt, you receive excessive praise for using the potty effectively, and once you're dressed and strapped into your stroller (carrying whatever assortment of toy cars and planes and space rangers you deem acceptable for the day), you get to go outside where the world is positively filled with all of your favorite things. trucks, airplanes, helicopters, taxi cabs, subway trains, all the street pretzels and hotdogs you could ever eat at two dollars a pop, playgrounds everywhere . . . paradise! this world is a little boy's paradise!  

we took the kids to one of the local fire departments this morning for a play school field trip and huck's little boy mind was blown. wide. open. his eyes nearly bugged out of his face. he kept saying "wow, cool!" as he ran from one end of the engine to the other, touching every shiny red inch of the thing and only stopping to peer intently into the deep black of all the firefighter's boots. "cool, mom! wow!!" 

tangential aside: whoever thought to teach huck to say "wow, cool!" was clearly thinking straight. the level of cuteness in there today was straight up fatal.

the firemen up in our neck of the upper west side are great. they always smile and wave at huck as they ride past us on the street. the other day we were walking home from the grocery store when a fire truck pulled up onto the curb in front of us. five firemen hopped out with axes and raced into the building next to us, but first, one stopped dead in his tracks and gave huck a little salute. huck must have grown three inches right there on the spot of little boy pride. 

new york city is a theme park for little boys. just ask my husband. there's this new building under construction in the area, and every time we walk past it he likes to tell me just how many floors they've gotten up to that day, and the excitement in his face, he is such a nerd. 

"fifty one floors today! do you think they'll make it to fifty-two?!"

oh, boys.

a few fuzzy photos from our morning below, and a giant thank you to FDNY engine 40 for being so full of rad. it's my job as the general of this army of silly boys to make as many of these little boy dreams come true while i'm in charge of them, so thanks for helping me check off "sit in a fire truck" today. (and especially thank you to my friend marisa for making it happen!)

▲▲▲ "get a bra" and "do nothing." 

p.s. 

my trench coat was a gift from eddie bauer.