This is what happened last New Year’s Eve when the boy was only a couple of months old. As you can see, there were a number of poor parenting decisions afoot but, just to be clear, making our baby stay up to midnight was not one of them. He was awake anyway.
Granted our last-minute ear-covering scheme was not great, but our local fireworks have never been that…explosive. What I didn’t show was how the bar’s windows were lighting up with every flash as if it was the Blitz, and how we were concerned about walking home too early afterwards because of the smoke still hanging in the air.
This year at midnight I was in bed with a sleeping toddler while my wife hung out with friends downstairs…and the flashes in the windows were just as bright…and we live a half mile away from the square.