If you didn't read NYC: Day 6, you really need to, because Steve wrote it. When I woke up near midnight and saw him writing in our blog, I nearly cried tears of joy. I was so tired and I knew that his post would be much more interesting than mine.
Sure enough, Stephen's voice was the first thing I heard this morning, "I want to show you all the taxis." Then he proceeded to count them, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,14!" Sweet son of mine.
Mei Li had a little bit of a meltdown this morning because Steve had to go back to work and because she missed her Strawberry Shortcake doll. She told me she wanted to go back home, probably meaning our old home and not our new home. Boy, we have really turned Mei Li and Stephen's world upside down.
Today was pretty low-key. We didn't get out of our hotel room until after noon. We met Steve for lunch at Bryant Park and let the kids ride the carousel a couple of times.
Steve and I parted ways and I took the 1 train from Times Square to 72nd street. Riverside Park is just a few blocks west of that station.
On my way there, I saw a sign advertising Gymboree's free preview class. I walked in and signed the kids up for the free class tomorrow. It's supposed to rain. I was upfront with the manager that I had no intention of signing up for a session and was just looking for a rainy-day activity for my kids. We may or may not attend, but I'm keeping all of my options open.
I took the kids to a playground at Riverside Park. I met a couple of pregnant moms there, who were both due in early July. I'm pretty sure one of the moms was Mormon, but I didn't have enough courage to ask directly. And our conversation didn't last long enough for either of us to mention connections to Utah.
Stephen slept in the stroller for a couple hours at the park, while Mei Li played in the sandbox. When he woke up, he was a little wobbly, but soon found his way to the sandbox.
We played at the playground until 4. We made our way back to Times Square. The ride up the elevator was so pleasant. Every single person in the elevator was so kind. A maintenance guy with his equipment and two Indian ladies with a child in a stroller were my companions.
The elevator stopped and opened up to a lady in a wheelchair. We weren't ready to get off and the elevator was completely full. As the door started closing, she yelled, "You need to fold the baby carriages and use the stairs." And just in case we didn't hear her, she pressed the button again so the door would open and repeated the same command. She is the only rude person I've met in New York. I felt sorry that there was no room in the elevator and that she was such an unhappy person.
Our eventful elevator ride came to an end and I wished my companions a good evening. I rode on the next elevator with an elderly Chinese couple. I practiced my Chinese with them, and boy, I am rusty! They were forgiving and they seemed amused that I had two children and was pregnant with my third.
I made it back to our hotel room and gave our kids a bath. It wasn't long before Steve came home. We decided to get Indian food delivered to our room. The kids ate the food we had here and Steve and I enjoyed a very relaxing and spicy meal. Our kids aren't horrible at restaurants, but they do like to play with the salt and pepper shakers and stick their hands in their water cups. It was nice to eat in for a change.
Not a very exciting day, but it was pleasant and happy. I am dreading going back to Virginia without Steve.
Sure enough, Stephen's voice was the first thing I heard this morning, "I want to show you all the taxis." Then he proceeded to count them, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,14!" Sweet son of mine.
Mei Li had a little bit of a meltdown this morning because Steve had to go back to work and because she missed her Strawberry Shortcake doll. She told me she wanted to go back home, probably meaning our old home and not our new home. Boy, we have really turned Mei Li and Stephen's world upside down.
Today was pretty low-key. We didn't get out of our hotel room until after noon. We met Steve for lunch at Bryant Park and let the kids ride the carousel a couple of times.
Steve and I parted ways and I took the 1 train from Times Square to 72nd street. Riverside Park is just a few blocks west of that station.
On my way there, I saw a sign advertising Gymboree's free preview class. I walked in and signed the kids up for the free class tomorrow. It's supposed to rain. I was upfront with the manager that I had no intention of signing up for a session and was just looking for a rainy-day activity for my kids. We may or may not attend, but I'm keeping all of my options open.
I took the kids to a playground at Riverside Park. I met a couple of pregnant moms there, who were both due in early July. I'm pretty sure one of the moms was Mormon, but I didn't have enough courage to ask directly. And our conversation didn't last long enough for either of us to mention connections to Utah.
Stephen slept in the stroller for a couple hours at the park, while Mei Li played in the sandbox. When he woke up, he was a little wobbly, but soon found his way to the sandbox.
We played at the playground until 4. We made our way back to Times Square. The ride up the elevator was so pleasant. Every single person in the elevator was so kind. A maintenance guy with his equipment and two Indian ladies with a child in a stroller were my companions.
The elevator stopped and opened up to a lady in a wheelchair. We weren't ready to get off and the elevator was completely full. As the door started closing, she yelled, "You need to fold the baby carriages and use the stairs." And just in case we didn't hear her, she pressed the button again so the door would open and repeated the same command. She is the only rude person I've met in New York. I felt sorry that there was no room in the elevator and that she was such an unhappy person.
Our eventful elevator ride came to an end and I wished my companions a good evening. I rode on the next elevator with an elderly Chinese couple. I practiced my Chinese with them, and boy, I am rusty! They were forgiving and they seemed amused that I had two children and was pregnant with my third.
I made it back to our hotel room and gave our kids a bath. It wasn't long before Steve came home. We decided to get Indian food delivered to our room. The kids ate the food we had here and Steve and I enjoyed a very relaxing and spicy meal. Our kids aren't horrible at restaurants, but they do like to play with the salt and pepper shakers and stick their hands in their water cups. It was nice to eat in for a change.
Not a very exciting day, but it was pleasant and happy. I am dreading going back to Virginia without Steve.
2 comments:
how fun to be able to travel to big cities...and to experience new things as a family...even it is hard and inconvenient at times. i love seeing your family everywhere!
I love that you are taking full advantage of your time in NY! I admire how brave and adventurous you are. Some days the thought of hauling these three to the store is enough for me to go hungry ;) So glad you are having so much fun!!
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