Weekend Fun

Another weekend, another few playgrounds. On Saturday morning we walked over to Slope Park in Greenwood Heights to pick up our CSA vegetables...you got in some run-around time with Abba while mom weighed tomatoes, onions, and beets. You're wearing a green tie-halter top--it's a good look for you!

On Sunday we were trying to go to Governor's Island, but we had some errands to run and the day got away from us. So we walked around Brooklyn Heights instead..you didn't seem to mind. The above photo was taken at the Brooklyn Heights playground, right next to the Promenade. You were so interested in the slides, stairs and bridges that you didn't even notice the beautiful view of Manhattan behind the playground.

Before we arrived at the playground (which wasn't too far from our subway stop towards home), we stopped in at a cafe for a drink. We knew we had left our neighborhood when we found out that they didn't have high chairs! We figured we'd let you walk around the cafe a bit...you spent the next 10 minutes wandering around and making friends with everyone there. Then, you got tired of that, and started shrieking...sort of disturbed the peace of the cafe. So Abba took you outside while mom scarfed down her salad.

Your walking skills are getting better and better. But walking with you...it's not exactly our normal walk down the street. Strangely enough, we have to teach you NOT to pick up trash...so that in a few years we can teach you TO pick up trash. The problem is that while we take pride in our NYC streets, we would hardly go grabbing small bits of trash from the sidewalk. You, on the other hand, feel the need to pick up the little scraps you see, just like you do when we're at home. I know, you want to hand them to us and help out. But we're teaching you not to do it, at least for now..in a few years you can remind us that you've been wanting to pick up trash all of this time.

Guess if we're writing it all down, we have to acknowledge that you had your first tantrum this weekend. You woke up, mom took you out of the crib and nothing was quite right..you were frustrated but couldn't explain why. So you writhed around for a while, with mom & dad looking on very concerned and feeling bad that there wasn't anything we could do to help. Finally you said, "lamby!" and we got lamby...you calmed down and didn't seem worse for the wear.