This morning (I know, it's 6am-- but thanks to the miracle of the Internet you can read this whenever you wake up... like 9am)our little brood of boys is about to bring back a tradition-- the walk to the "Dunkin Donuts house", which for those locals is the nice mansion Dunkin Donuts on Cabot Street, not the sketchy plaza one on the other side of Rantoul.
This has been one of our absolute favorite things to do since Elijah was say, three days old... although to be fair back then he was a cheaper date. Judah has never been a cheap date. He eats a lot of everything. Which is good when you're trying to feed him vegetables; it's bad when you're trying to cultivate a savings account. Anyways, it's a special tradition. We wander all around Cabot Street and the surrounding little intersecting streets, listening to Elijah narrarate what's going on.
"What's that, Daddy? ... oh, look at all the cars... who's that man? ... look at the lady's pretty earrings!! ..." Every once in awhile he actually expands my worldview by talking to someone that probably wasn't going to fit into my daily calendar, like chatting up the lady serving us coffee or bellowing out "why is the man is going through the trash cans?" So I love him all the more for it.
So far, Judah has been a silent third wheel on these walks, content to eat his Munchkins or bagel or whatever we're having. I have a feeling that's about to change. But until then, if you see three madmen tramping around Cabot Street at 6:30 in the morning, reeking of fresh doughnuts, you're up too early! (Knew there was a punchline coming somewhere, didn't you?)
Does your family have any early-morning traditions that you treasure??
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