Today we took baby to the Boston Marathon. We left soon after his morning nap, and drove to where we used to live near Coolidge Corner in Brookline. We went to the same spot last year, when he was only a few weeks old.
Before baby came along we'd walk down to the finish line and enjoy the positive energy of the marathon. Unlike adversarial sports like baseball, football, and most other sports, at a marathon you cheer for everyone participating. There is no opposing or visiting team. Everyone is there to cheer the runners on.
We got to the marathon route at around 11:30, and I had baby in his Kiddy backpack. The first time we approached the crowd he started to cry; we think he doesn't like the loud noise of the crowd. Thinking he was hungry, we went to Rami's for delicious falafel sandwiches. He ate some cheese and asparagus we had for him.
We went back to the route after lunch, but he started crying again. I didn't want to give up, so we went back to the car and switched him into his stroller. We went back again, but he cried again. We'll have to try and make him more comfortable around crowds, and I'm going to have to research how to do that exactly.
In a way we were lucky he was acting up. If we had followed the plan and walked to the finish line, who knows, we could have been there when this attack happened. Our thoughts and prayers go out to everyone effected by this tragedy.