This morning I was trying to come up with a gameplan for today's activities. The news reported temperatures in the mid-60's and I knew we just had to do something outdoors. That's when I realized that on December 1st, one of our neighboring cities erects a 1,000 foot Christmas tree that actually houses a small exhibit inside the trunk. I thought taking Ethan to opening day at this always magical winter wonderland would be a perfect activity to go hand-in-hand with our cool weather. I dressed him in pants, a hooded sweatshirt and wool socks. I threw a sweater on myself, grabbed Ethan's hoodie and we were out the door.
It wasn't until I arrived at the site of the tree -- after a nearly half hour drive -- and saw only workers pressure cleaning the sidewalks and running around with plugs and oversized ornaments that I realized today wasn't December 1st. Okay, I'm giving myself too much credit. I stared hopelessly at the barren site with such obvious confusion that one of the city workers told me that tomorrow was December 1st. Ethan wasn't amused. I bought him a stuffed Bert from one of drugstores downtown and decided we'd just go for a downtown stroll. I'm guessing there is nothing interesting about swanky bistros and the people who frequent them when you're five months old as Ethan just wasn't having it. Following suite with the jumble of the day, he waited to have his meltdown until we were at the farthest point from where we were parked. In typical Florida fashion, the cooler temperatures excused themselves rather quickly and were replaced by nearly eighty degree weather. Our sweaters and warm clothing were as gone as Ethan's patience by the time we made it back to our car.
Yeah. Today didn't exactly go as planned. I think it took every ounce of strength I had to not join in during Ethan's afternoon nap. Here's to brighter tomorrows and the promise of that last fleeting bit of sweater weather before we're back to tank-tops and flip-flops.