Harmonica, Silver, Water and The 6PM News! Chicago Part 2 of 3

Dear Henry,

Day 2 of Chicago...

We dropped Dadoo off at work.  The second he was out of the van you wailed all the way back to the hotel, all the way up to the room and in the room.  I decided we would wait after we met Dadoo for lunch to do any venturing.  So we checked out a movie at the front desk, "The Wizard of OZ."  You piped down by the time Dorthy fixed her hobo basket and gathered up Toto to run away.  You loved it! and made it just after the poppy field.  You clapped, got excited, enjoyed the songs, called out monkey and as the yellow brick road first revealed itself you yelled out, "YELLOW!"  Since we had stayed around until 10:30 in the room I decided to plan our adventure to give you as many new experiences as possible.  We copied down the bus schedule from the front desk and gathered our junk to go.  It as a three or four block walk to the bus stop where we sat and waited, and waited, and waited...and I thought, "I need to double check this stop."  I asked a lady havin' lunch with a friend next to the building and we figured out that the hotel's recommendation was way off and not even running at that time of day.  She kindly directed us up the street and around the corner and just in time we caught the bus which took us up front of Dadoo's building.  You didn't mind any of the snags.  You sat at the bus stop and played your harmonica.  I'm surprised with all the looks, smiles and nods we didn't earn lunch money.  It seemed fitting in the city to have your sound track drifting through the air mixing with the rattling of trains, the honkings of horns and sirens wailing.  At the bus stop you learning the words bus and taxi.  

 After lunch we took our new bus knowledge and rode back toward the hotel.  Halfway there on our left we saw tents and people so we hopped off at the next stop finding ourselves in front of the farmers market.  It was nice enough but makes the Bloomington Farmers look ultra delux.  We milled about people watching until you started shouting, "BEES!!!"  Sure enough a vendor selling honey had a slab of honey comb complete with swishing bees at their table.  We went up close, we stayed calm watching the busy workers, until an older lady with her bright red lips and a thick Polish accent started swatting at the bees around your head.  As if Mama didn't see the bees she suggested. "we get away fast, there are bees everywhere."  We left the table but it wasn't the bees the prompted it.  So what to do next?  I jumped on my cell phone looking at a map and decided we would walk to the art museum.  I had seen that Thursday was a free day and was excited to go...Dadoo doesn't care much for art museums but I knew you would enjoy it.  

On route we bumped into Millennium Park just before the museum and as we turned a corner through the park the big silver bean sculpture was smack dab in our faces.  

As we grew closer I decided I needed to release you from the the stroller and let you run up to it.  Exited by the people, birds and sculpture you danced your way closer.  Throwing your hands up to touch the side and to look at yourself you started inching your way down to the edge as if you were going to crawl under it.   

It freaked me out a bit so I pulled you out by your foot and walked to the center.  It is such a cool thing this big silver bean!  It blobs out a clear reflection of the city but is so shiny it disappears in the skyline so it resembles the off kilter landscapes in the 1920's horror classic The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.  We enjoyed exploring our distorting reflections for a good hour and then it was time to move on.  It was an unseasonably hot day and we were both thirsty, hot and tired but revived again as we see a large open space between two sculptures with WATER!  I sat down ripping our shoes and socks off as quickly as possible and we ran together into the water.  You were smiling and running staring and pointing at the two sculptures that flank the open area.  They have changing faces on them that intermittently "spit" water from their mouths.  It was so refreshing and you walked around trying the make friends.  The cutest little girl came to play with you for a little bit while I chatted with her mom.  

Your favorite thing was to dip your head in the water over and over again.  I sat back a minute looking around at the city, our experience, at my boy and again my heart swelled more.  You smacked your head into the water flipping it back up quickly and looked at me with a big smile your hair wet your clothes soaked and I realized this was one of those moments I'd put in your pocket for safe keeping.  

Worn out, I put you in your stroller and I pushed you on to the art museum with the sweetest harmonica serenade ever.  At the art museum we discovered that the free time was 5-8pm.  So sadly we didn't get to go.  Instead to blow a few minutes and rest we stopped in at a small grassy treed in area next to the museum.  I laid out your blanket and you played your harmonica a little longer then threw it down and rolled around.  You loved the grass and kept cuddling me, giving me kisses and hugs.  We pointed out birds and flowers together.  I felt guilty that Dadoo was missing ,out however I felt enormously grateful that I was now.  It was such a winning moment. 

I checked my cell phone for the time and figured we better make it back to pick up the van to get Dadoo.   

A fair walk back to the hotel we stuck to Michigan Ave for a while.  As we looked for a place to get a drink we cross paths of a news station preparing to shoot the weather outside the studio.  The camera lady gestured us over and asks us to stand close.  We did and about 5 minutes later the broadcaster came out.  With cameras rolling on channel 7 news you waved, blew kisses and tried to steal his microphone.  It was cute! They asked Mama how she liked the weather because tomorrow it was going to be chilly and windy.  So there it is!  We were on the news in Chicago.  Your cute looks seem to bring you lots of attention.  On a celebrity high we quickened our pace to get back to Dadoo as we had dinner plans with old friends Karl and Meg.  

When you saw Dadoo you ran to him...the wind had picked up significantly and was blowin' you around.  You found it a good time to chase Dadoo around one of the sky scrapper's pillars.  It was fun to watch but time to meet our friends.  Dinner was good but you were in rare form clearly needing to GO TO BED in a major way.  We always love the conversation with Meg and Karl and we had some years to catch up on but with you throwin' things we needed to go.  Day two done we return to the hotel.  As we returned to our room via the elevator.  You were sitting on Dadoo's lap waving at people as they got off at their floor.  You waved good bye to a delivery man and then started to scream.  0-100 in 2 seconds.  Happy waving boy to sad screaming boy.  I walked around to face you and just as I say, "Henry! What is wrong!" in slow motion my head turns discovering your little pudge of a hand is stuck, STUCK, in the elevator door.  I take a deep breath and try not to freak.  Mama takes a look to see how it is stuck to discover that your wave must have been at the same moment the door fully opened and it was stuck in between the black movable part you push to keep the door open and the silver door.  Smaller than a toaster slot opening but your little bitties made their way in there.  Horrified and thankful that a small tug pulled it out.  Your eyes wide, face red and your two middle fingers squished and purple Dadoo and I push the down button to the front desk.  Dadoo was comforting you and we both tried to choke back tears as I asked for an ice pack.  They promptly got you one.  And as quick as the screams came they went away.  You started movin' your fingers with a whimper but became distracted by other things quickly.  Shew!  We were a little shaken up but damn! you're a tuff cookie!

So the end of day two...injury two...Chicago is a hit!

Love, Mama

Oh! Windy City, You Blew Us Away! Part 1 of 3

Dear Honree (That's what you've been calling yourself),

Early last month Dadoo was called to Chicago to attend a regional work meeting.  We were able to tag along.  While Dadoo worked all day we ran around Chicago having an exciting time.  Lucky us! Chicago!  It felt sad not having Dadoo there to share in the experience but I am so grateful we had those three days together in the big city.  I decided we'd have some big adventures just bummin' around rather than spending a lot of money to enter the museums.  After all, without Dadoo the expected excitement of the Science and Industry, the awe of the aquarium, the creepiness of the Museum of Natural History or the creative juices of the art museum would feel empty and bland.  To our fortuitous bliss the weather was 92 and SUNNY!  A fluke but for us a blessing, days before our arrival it was quite cool and the day we left rain, winds and chill prevailed.  So our impromptu itinerary...

Day 1, We dropped Dadoo off at the federal building just after noon with hugs and kisses.  Swept away in the Chicago traffic we checked in at the Amalfi hotel.  The ultra modern lobby was really exciting to you and your hands had to touch the glass water feature by the check in desk.  We entered the room and you were jumpin' around, checkin' things out, pulling open doors and peepin' out the window.  We needed to change your clothes because the weather was so great and I laid you on the bed.  You sunk into the plumped up pillows, sighed and said, "Sleep!"  You've never said the word sleep before so I figure you thought this was a pretty dreamy bed.  A call from the front desk to remind us to, "go park our car already," and poopie in your pants gave me reason to hurry to gather our things to go.  Luckily the hotel's parking was in a very spotable building, Marina City apartments and offices, the only white round buildings in a climbing zoo of shining glass rectangles.  I decided this was a prominent enough compass to guide ourselves back to the hotel so I set out on foot, you by stroller.  In about 60 seconds, "BAM!" your mind exploded from all of the new input.  Perched forward on the edge of your stroller we crossed a draw bridge pausing to look at the water and boats passing below.  Your finger couldn't point fast enough and you couldn't get out words or sounds...then boat!, water!, OH! OH! breaks through.  We hoofed it along the river down to Navy Pier.  Eh, Navy Pier, not such a big deal, except for Garrett's Popcorn the Chicago mix, a 

large sailing ship pushing off, birds pickin' up the popcorn you dropped, funny mirrors and lots of water to look at.  You loved it! 

I was worn out from the four hour drive, the walk and the heat so we spotted a water taxi.  For 4 bucks we were able to ride it nearly all the way back to the hotel.  This being your first time on a boat your excitement was electric as was your apprehension.  Clearly, my Henry is a confident dude so you hopped around until the motor went into gear, pulled into the river and with the visual space before us I said, "Henny, look up!  Look at the tall buildings. Wave at all the people in the windows."  You craned your neck back and said, "OHH!" and started to wave.  I tried to scoot you over a bit so I could get a photo of you but still looking around you'd shuffle your buns back to my side, spotting things you knew the name of while wadding the corner of my sweater into your sweaty hand or patting my knee.  

 The bridges really made you perk up and your eyes widened as we passed under them.  I looked at your sparkly brown green eyes, synapses firing, one hand waving, the other clutching.  AND...

TINK! just like that, a rough edge I didn't know I had chipped off from my heart, lofted overboard and seesawed through the water to the river bed, settling there permanently.  I am your Mama, clearly your Mama and you feel safe with me.  I took a deep breath away from the city panic and inhaled the entirety of the moment the best I could.  My dreams of a little buddy materialized in a river taxi in Chicago.  I had anticipated time together in Chicago was going to be a treasure (a word you started saying in Chicago).  The boat stopped and I snapped out of la la land when I had to carry your stroller with you, a full diaper bag and the jumbo sized popcorn up two VERY long, steep rises of steps.   It was time to pick up Dadoo.  Returning to the hotel we rested a little while you arranged the shoes in the window.  

Then we met Stacy and Kevin, a couple of Chicago friends for dinner.  After eating we returned to our hotel room and chit chatted and laughed at your antics until Mama got the idea to put you in the free robe. You tripped and fell on the fancy modern cabinet handles that stick out a couple of inches into the room.  You cut the corner of your eye on it, gushing blood and crying hard.  We were all a little freaked but the blood stopped, Stacy had Neosporian handy in her purse, and you were back to playing but it was clearly time for bed.  End of day 1!    

Love, Mama