Should babies be taken to fireworks displays?

Late-night fireworks displays and young babies go together about as well as a hungry crocodile and a job vacancy for a reliable babysitter.

By their nature, they’re held way past a normal baby’s bedtime, while unexpected bangs generally go down like a lead balloon.

Fortunately for us, Albie isn’t a normal baby. His bedtime is when the first of us hits the hay and now when the second follows, he is unknowingly transferred from his first-choice sleeping position to his own bed.

This gave us the versatility to head down to a display in Worthing last night…or that was the plan.

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Well prepared…

A few of you might think taking a little one to the blowy seafront at 10pm was irresponsible. On this occasion, we inadvertently became super-responsible parents…

Starting with the best intentions, we took the short journey in the car to the seafront, hoping to park at my work in the town centre.

Arriving with a good 30 minutes to spare, we had plenty of time to seek out an alternative when the neighbouring police team had parked one of their cars in the space.

But with thousands flocking to the prom, spaces were harder to come by than straight-hit golf balls when I take to the course.

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We gambled over the other side of town but failed, so as the car clock ticked over to 10pm, rather than fireworks, it was instead a weird opportunity to admire the brickwork of the terraced houses we had as an outlook.

Making it back to the seafront some five minutes into the spectacular, we enjoyed a McDonald’s drive-thru display, minus the Big Mac. it ticked all the boxes in terms of warmth, comfort and close-up view – but Albie’s ‘first’ fireworks memory was not going to plan, as he had fallen asleep in the back…facing the wrong way to see the things!

We eventually found a space a good mile or so up the road, meaning the fireworks would probably have looked closer from our drive. Albie had awoken and, in what must have been a state of confusion, was whisked out to see the amazing sight.

It might have been the bleary eyes, or that if we’d held a postage stamp in the air it would have completely blocked the view, but he didn’t seem overly impressed.

A few quick snaps to mark the occasion later and the ‘excitement’ was over.

Look, mate, there…in the distance…that tiny light!

After a full debrief on the way home, we decided the trip was another to mark down in the ‘bit of a fail’ scrapbook but we took heart that, largely, Albie got a bit of shuteye. Having been grumpy moments before we left the house, we chalked this down as a sublime success.

It then hit us why Albie wasn’t that fussed. It wasn’t his first fireworks – he’d seen shedloads on New Year’s Eve!

Is it inappropriate to take babies to fireworks displays? Let me know your thoughts below.

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Albie: ‘I’d rather be ANYWHERE but here, Daddy. What the hell are you playing at?’