Saturday was supposed to be a special day.
My mom bought tickets to see the play “Goodnight Moon” at the children’s theater in Seattle. We planned to make a big girls day outing of it. It was the first play Miss Z was going to see and she loves the book, so she’ll love the play, right?
We caught the 11am ferry to Seattle. It’s an hour ride, but the weather was incredible.
To avoid traffic and parking, we decided to walk. We brought the stroller for Z because with the amount of walking we knew we had to do, I wanted her to have the choice to walk or ride.
The ferry was fun. We were able to eat lunch, and Z got to experience how windy it gets outside on the ferry.
Once in Seattle, we walked to Westlake Center so we could catch the monorail. From the ferry to the monorail there are several hills, and on this particular day, many tourists. Luckily, spring weather in Seattle is often sunny and gorgeous, but not too hot. Perfect walking up hill with a stroller weather (To be fair, I should mention my mom was doing all the pushing. So, no, I didn’t get much of a workout in.)
I was excited about the monorail because it was the Little Miss’ first time, but honestly, she didn’t seem too impressed.
Once we got to Seattle Center, we walked around a bit outside.
We got to play by the giant fountain which was a hit. Unfortunately, the play was going to start soon so we couldn’t get wet. Z and I still had fun taking some selfies and watching the water.
Finally, the time for the play to start arrived. The set was adorable! If you’re familiar with the book, the set is an exact replica of the first page. Down to the stuffed animals on the bookshelf.
Z enjoyed part of the play. They read/sang the book “Runaway Bunny” which is another one of her favorites-it turned out to be the only part I liked in the play. But I’m an adult, what do I know?
Then it was time for the three little bears. They growled quite a bit before they made an appearance and the second she heard that first growl, she was done. She started crying and saying she wanted to go home. I took her to the lobby and we finished watching the first act on the
really terrible quality TV.
We had some time during intermission to collect ourselves and she agreed to try the second act. We made it through one song. Then it was time to leave.
I need to point out a few things here. First, it was way past her normal naptime and she was wiped. If you know me, you know I usually fight tooth and nail to get my kids to nap. But I thought, “It’s a special day, she’ll be fine!” Nope. Not fine.
Second, remember when I mentioned we were on the ferry earlier? I made the terrible mistake of showing Z a picture of what her baby brother was off doing with daddy. They were playing at a park.
I think from the moment I showed her that picture, she was fixating on how he was at the park and she wasn’t.
On our way to catch the ferry home, in an effort to bring some sort of highlight to my little three year old’s day, we stopped and got cupcakes. We ate them on the ferry and promptly after, she fell asleep in her stroller.
(Side note-I’m not usually crazy about cupcakes, but the one I got was the most delicious cupcake I have ever had in my life. It was a Whiskey Maple Bacon cupcake from Cupcake Royale, and from now on, all future cupcakes will be compared to that one.)
Looking back on the day, I feel pretty guilty. I was so excited to have a girls day out with my oldest and my mom, that I didn’t even consider it from a little girl’s perspective. Sure, we were headed to a play for her, but it was in the middle of the day. A gorgeous Seattle day! She was stuck in a stroller for half of it, and each time she saw something cool to look at, we couldn’t stop because we didn’t want to be late. All a three year old wants to do is play outside at a playground…any playground.
When I was tucking her in to bed, I asked her to tell me about her day.
She said, “Why didn’t I go to the park with Daddy and R?”
I said, “Because you were spending time with mommy and Grandma.”
Then she said, “But I don’t want to spend time with you and Grandma, I want to spend time with daddy and R at the park.”
Lesson learned. I hope she stays this honest forever-but maybe she can learn to practice a bit more tact to go along with her brutal honesty.
My mom and I are already planning a do-over girls day. We’re going to stay close to home, pack a lunch, and go to the park. And after, we’ll get some crappy cupcakes. The three year old won’t notice of course, as long as it has pink frosting, she’ll be set.
How old was your little one when you took them to their first play?