The first bit of news is that the couple on the first floor of our apartment had a baby. As we’re trying to bring back the greet-the-new-family-on-the-block-with-apple-pie mentality, Katie decorated two Magnolia cupcakes and greeted our newest, tiniest neighbor.
The thing is, the neighbors can’t differentiate between us (not that I blame them) so every time one of us runs into them they exclaim “Did you meet the baby yet? Thanks so much for the cupcakes! You gotta meet the baby!” Therefore, I’ve oo-ed and ahh-ed over the baby three times pretending is was the first time. My enthusiasm is diminishing. Now back to the first fall-like Sunday, which we spent exploring Central Park.
First, we stopped by Molly’s market to pick up the boys—and a few morning treats, of course. On the subway Jude regaled us with facts about Volcanos—a reoccurring topic of conversation throughout the day. Once in the park we climbed just about every volcano…er, every giant rock.
Then we did some New York City struttin’.
Anna, looking like a celebrity caught holding her baby awkwardly by the paparazzi, struggled to hold on to Lochlan.
It must be particularly hard for a person under 4ft here: As we tried to squeeze our way down Fifth Ave poor Lochlan kept getting bopped on the head by quite a few purses on the arms of hurried New Yorkers.
And poor sleepy Jude looked a bit homeless. (I guess I should’ve set a little coffee cup at his feet…)
Ah, the life of a New York City baby!