It has been a while since I just posted to say how great Mike is and I’m overdue. Last month, after a week of picking up my copy of ‘Eating Animals’, turning to a random page and reading it the second I walked away from the book for any reason (a very common trend that I actually find pretty aggravating) I invited him to ACTUALLY READ IT but warned him that if he DID read it – I would hold him to a much higher standard as regards eating.
He took it with him the next day and read the whole thing between classes on his last day of Real Estate school. He came home and announced he was not going to eat meat anymore.
“…Fuck it. I don’t need to eat meat anymore. What am I really missing? Garbage?”
I started to cry. I never pressured him to stop eating meat but inside I desparately wished for him to come around. I know it must be hard to make that switch as an adult – especially for a burger lover like Mike – so I am really touched by it. Not to mention I know he’s going to feel so much better without that suffering in his life.
Oh! And he passed his RE license exam and starts a new job today!! He is the best husband and dad a wife could ask for.
One of Virginia’s favorite thing to do is play “Groceries”
She rearranges the canned goods and sundries on the reachable shelves of our makeshift pantry and stocks the “shelf” of the stepstool. Sometimes she brings us canned goods in the living room, and sometimes she throws the apricots in the trash – but other than that she is pretty careful and consistent with where her favorite items go.
Our friend Jill was in town from Champaign (it feels weird saying that, since she is not *from* Champaign – I know her only as a New Yorker – and she’s not technically one of those either. Let’s just say she defies geography…)
Anyway- Jill’s being in town meant JANE being in town. Miss Jane was the 2nd installment of the workplace baby boom that ended (but for how long!?) with Courtney’s Miss Frankie (#4).
J&J came over on a Saturday and we went to play in Hudson River Park and check out the awesome carousel that they have there. The babes had fun riding various ‘animals of the Hudson Valley’ and playing in the grass. Virginia however became increasingly suspicious of Jane’s baby sounds and ended up bursting into tears everytime Jane “said” anything. It was weird! V is very familiar with loud noises so the only thing I can think of is that she felt they were *directed* at her- like Jane was yelling at her. Who knows. Thankfully, Jane didn’t seem to take it personally.
Jill snapped most of the pictures below with the exception of the carousel ones, snapped by Mike, and which he excused thusly, “Sorry I took such bad pictures of the carousel, it’s hard! It moves very fast – it’s not that I am a bad father.”
V looks peeved!
If any of you haven’t yet been to the northern sprawl of Hudson River Park I highly recommend- bigger grassy areas than it’s West Village counterpart and a skate park and carousel too!
I really vacillate between thinking it’s creepy to dress babies and young kids up like adults…and thinking it’s insanely cute. The following selections may be a bit grown-up but then again, I have been known to spritz perfume on my baby so who am I?!
Pocket Tipped Cardigan - Janie and Jack - $35.99
Scalloped sweater tank - Janie and Jack - $16.99
Mallard Duck Sweater - $68
APRIL SHOWERS Domino leather satchel - 75.25 €
APC black bow skirt - from 133.78 €
Hucklebones - Brixton Velvet dress - from 69.40 €
Kico Kids- Hush Frilly Skirt - from 104.52 €
LE MONT ST MICHEL - wool cape - from 217.39 €
Max & Lola trench coat - from 234.11 €
Paul Smith Junior - Cotton floral cardigan - from 75.25 €
Ciao for now!
Mike has decided our family goal is to visit every park in New York with the young nuggle. Labor Day weekend included old neighborhood standby: Lance Corporal Thomas P. Noonan Jr. Playground (not really a park – and while we’re at it – not much of a playground either) and Sunset Park in Brooklyn which was my mom’s go-to park when she was a kid.
Sunset Park is awesome! It’s the second highest point in Brooklyn and offers an amazing view of that section of the borough and to the water beyond. Virginia enjoyed the slides in the playground (divided into “big kids” and “little kids” sections by a weird metal curlicue that was inscrutable even to young, imaginative types like our daughter.) The best part though was the wide open grass space at the top of the hill where V could just run free and watch people releasing these super-long tube balloons that whirred, and spun and made glorious fart noises skyward. Other highlights were: swinging the baby, hammock-style, inside a grey flannel blanket as she laughed her face off. The park looks like it could use a serious cash injection to restore it to it’s former glory. The pool area was pretty dirty and forlorn, the rubber tiles in the playground could use a good scrub, and the landscaping was in need of a reboot. Anyway- totally worth the trip and we’ll be going back once we knock a few more off our list…
We also hit up the playground at Union Square Park which is geared toward a slightly older babe but V still really had fun climbing and people-watching and swinging. Have I mentioned how these climbing structures give me heart attacks? The baby’s desire to be a “big kid” currently outstrips her ability and consequently her “playing” involves a never-ending succession of rescues where Mike or I prevent her from killing herself. It’s exhilirating.
On the park to do list is: Van Cortlandt in the Bronx, Prospect Park (Virginia has been here but not since she was ONE WEEK old so I think it’s worthy of exploration) and some of those lush wonders they’ve got tucked away in Staten Island, borough of mystery (or regret?) Perhaps I’ll whip a formal hit list and post that… just thinkin’ out loud here. Carry on!
My daughter doesn’t need or want your help. She doesn’t want her hand held or her butt wiped. She wants to feed herself, climb stairs by herself, get on and off the couch unassisted, and she surely doesn’t want your 4 yr old telling her what to do – least of all in The Gap.
This weekend we found ourselves in a BabyGap in Chelsea selecting some fall duds for the toughest nug in town. V became captivated by a rubber bouncy ball wedged between a pint-size mannequin’s motorcycle boots and was reaching her arms up to dislodge it when a preschool pipsqueak bossied her way over to protect the merchandise.
“That’s SUPPOSED to be there. It’s part of the display!,” she announced as I handed the ball to Virginia. Virginia, it could be said, didn’t give a fug. It went on and on, V would toss the ball, it would roll under a display of boys’ jeans. The older girl would retrieve it, place it back where it “belonged” and whine that, “You’re not supposed to PLAY with it! It’s part of the display!” V would get upset and beg for the ball again. I would have to listen to the bossy tot, wait until her back was turned and hand the ball to Virginia again. Once in possession of the ball, the tot got all up in V’s face, pulling the ball from her hands as she once more explained the importance of maintaining the visual merchandising standards of BabyGap. “She can’t play with that!” And I replied, “Yes. She can.”
V held the ball tight, started loudly defending herself and followed the little girl as she (finally) buzzed off and went over to her mom by the cashier. When the girl turned away from her, V tapped her on the back and continued to yell in her language. In my mind it was a “Don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you!” situation. She is SO not afraid to defend herself and get up in kid’s faces. It was awesome.
And lest you think she is a budding bully, she then spotted a tiny baby trying on some winter coats on her mom’s lap and went over to sit quietly on the floor beside them and observe the fashion show, letting the wee baby touch her ears and hair. Then she waved bye-bye to her and off we went.
I have the best baby!