taking a moment

It's dangerous to let time pass before taking a moment to record. To take a snapshot. To write a note. I saw some movies of my son as a baby, learning to crawl with his little frog butt and kick-stand leg. (He still has a frog butt btw.) And I barely have a concrete memory about it in my head anymore. I am somewhat concerned that the drama that was/is my life prevents me from appreciating what's happening around me. I guess it's not too bad because my bf tells me when I'm with my son, I'm impossible to talk to. Good for my kiddo, bad for bf... :) Anywho. He and I took my son and the girls to the Rocklin Jubilee, which is basically a big party in a big park with music and food and stuff. And fireworks. We staked our claim with our blanket, and it wasn't long before the girls were begging to hang with their friends. This is inevitable when you have popular kids...let them get it out of their system or suffer their whining and moping the rest of the night. Over the course of the evening, snow cones, corndogs, kettle corn, soda, frappucinos were consumed...by my son... The rest of us ate too. Needless to say, he had some energy work off. And he did. Ran in circles. Ran in squares. Triangles. I tried to find him a playground, but there was nothing but some weird oversized tricycles for adults I couldn't imagine being fun without alcohol. Meanwhile, we did play with a tall inflated man-thingy. You know, the tall nylon tubes that "dance" over a fan. This one had a head and arms, and my boy and another little girl were all over it, grabbing the arms, getting blown in the face out the top of its head, and having a supreme time. Then some a**hole tossed a beer bottle inside of it, and that was the end of that. Last thing I wanted was for him to get beaned with a glass bottle. Jerk. Back to the blanket, we chilled with great music from the Cheeseballs, which my bf and I plan to see again some time. Kiddo was getting antsy until we told him the fireworks were soon. Then he really couldn't sit still. The lights went down, the music started, and the show was off. Pure magic for little eyes. Watching his face, with the colored lights glowing off his cheeks, I was reminded of the Christmas before he turned two, when we flicked on the Christmas tree and he just stared and stared. It was a beautiful moment then, and a beautiful moment now. The wonder of it, totally reflected in his face. I've never seen a more wondrous fireworks show than the one I saw that night reflected in my son's eyes. It wasn't long before tears went down my cheek. The fireworks went on long enough to allow me to regain my composure, for my son to make sure to each of us to point out the fireworks (in case they were missing it), to say lots of "wow", "that was cool", "ooooh" and even to start adding sound effects to the spectacle. **POW** **CRASH** It was a long friggin' show, over 20 minutes easy. Boy did I have a tired pup when it was all over.