Ate at the Shake Shack one night. Conor got a blood orange milkshake. So good!
One day I’ll tell Holly to be grateful for her toys and show her the picture of the beat up soccer ball and tell her that that’s all kids in NYC have to play with. And that they don’t even have grass.
Central Park stole my heart. I loved it. It was magical. In the heart of New York City is a place where the city melts away. Central Park felt so quiet and was beautiful. I’m dying to go back when everything is green. I feel like I could have spent a whole week there. It was something else.
I’m going to use a post to brag about my baby. She is so stinking good. She did really well on most of the flights (by the end of our very last one she was soooo done, plus she had a cold coming on). Holly was lulled into submission by her stroller and napped like a Grandma. She was happy and pleasant even though she had some tummy troubles on our trip. She smiled at everybody! When we got of our plane in Atlanta and were waiting for our stroller and carseat, Holly grinned at everyone who would cast a glance her way. She was the little greeter!
New York is anything but baby friendly. Feeding her was stressful and so was finding a place to change her diaper. People were surprised to see a baby and many thought Holly was the child of Conor’s parents rather than ours. There were 3 types of strollers that everyone had and may I say that we were “in-style” with our Phil&Teds stroller. Holla.
Okay, let’s take a quick moment in a appreciation of the rather impressive subway system that exists in the basement on New York. It really is a wonder. But here’s the but, the subway is dirty and smelly. Fortunately I am able to extend my disbelief and imagine what the subway was like in it’s hay day. The stations have tiled walls and I envision them to have been quite beautiful once upon a time. However, that time has slipped into the past. Despite all the grime, the subway is still enticing and oddly magnificent.
See post below of the view from the hotel window.
