I remember St. Martin’s from my childhood (interesting how the link on wiki shows a picture of children in Germany in 1947… huh?), making the lanterns in the weeks preceding, practicing the songs, and then, on the night, walking around the neighbourhood with lanterns lit, singing the songs while mothers and fathers frantically searching for matches as the candles were blown out, and the general excitement of being outside with your friends and their parents on an autumn night. Also, fire. I love me some fire.
So Big M came with us this year, He Who Will Not Be Contained would have distracted me too much, and N needs a lot of cuddles these days.
So on the one hand, I got to be with N, and walked with him and the 100 other children and parents around the park, and around the block, singing songs, on the other hand, we mostly ended up with pictures of Lil G at the playground.
Here’s the main reason it’s a bit difficult to take him anywhere. First, he doesn’t want to stay in the buggy. Second… he escapes into the unknown.