When I was a kid my dad would take us to the Chicago Auto Show, and today I carried on that tradition of draging my children through throngs of people to look at shiny new cars. Tim got tickets from his dad, and origionally we had talked about going one evening, but we decided to make it a family affair. I had started to pave the way for Nora and I to stay home earlier this week, but I couldn't do that to Tim. Friday night we went to see a friend's band play and kind of celebrate Tim's birthday. He was hoping Tony would go because he never goes with us to see this band which is somethign that Tim strangely likes to do. When we usually hang out with Tony outside of our basement like this it is around Tony's friends which makes my socially inept husband kind of twitchy. Tony never really committed to it, eventhough Tim thought he had, and Tim got all weird when he decided not to go. Weird like how he gets when we talk about his parents and you can see that it bothers him, but he won't talk about it. Anyway...this kind of put a black cloud over Tim for most of the weekend so I decided not to make it worse by not going to the Auto Show with him. He has this thing about wanting to do stuff "together" which usually means that one of us is doing somethign that the other doesn't really have any interest in. I think it is weird, but he gets all giddy taking me to look at the SRT collection. Whatever makes him smile, I guess.
So we went to the Auto Show and met Tim's cousin and his wife and 3 kids there. It was crowded. There were cars there. There were a lot of people pushing strollers, I was one of them. There were lots of people taking pictures, I tried to be one of them but there were too many people there. It was hot.
That is my review of the 2007 Chicago Auto Show.
The Auto Show also brought back a ton of memories. When I was a kid my dad would take us and juggle coats, adn make us hold hands and get frustrated by the crowds the same way I did today. As with most of my childhood memories that come flooding back by parenting triggers I feel like I owe my dad an apology. I feel bad that I told him the concept cars were boring. I feel bad that I always had to go to the bathroom, even if it was just to wash my hands. Abby was pretty good. The cousins helped her keep up, and there were only 2 instances of tears which I think are attributed to a night at Grandma's and waking up at 5:45 this mornign. Nora hung out in her stroller and charmed everyone. They all seem to love it. I think I just hate the Auto Show.
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