Sunday was Sean’s last day in the city, but we managed to squeeze in a lot before his 5 p.m. flight. While the theme of Saturday was “Walk. Eat. Repeat,” on Sunday the theme turned out to be: a series of little missteps that worked out beautifully.
Oh and babies. Lots of babies.
As is turned out, we actually hadn’t been so gluttonous on Saturday … because we actually woke up ravenous Sunday morning. We rushed out the door for an early brunch n’ church. Note the size of Sean’s bag. Anna and Katie used a smaller one to go to Ireland. Ha. We dressed Sean in his new shoes, shorts and button down patterned with tiny white stars. So, so cute. If you’re gonna have a new wardrobe, there is no better place than NYC to debut it. We dined at Cafe Gitane on the most charming street in Nolita. It’s a sweet little French and Moroccan place where the waitresses wear matching vintage green dresses. And the best part is that everyone deserts the city in the summer, so we were some of the few diners at this (normally packed) place.
This is how water in restaurants should be done. Give us our own bottle! (This marks my last tirade on restaurant water.)The main reason we chose Cafe Gitane is because they serve their mochas with a bear paw print and a chocolate. It’s the little things. Given how excited we were about the drink, Sean decided to try it …
… and promptly dumped all of it in Anna’s lap. He claimed it was hot and he disliked it so much that he wanted to set it down as quickly as possible. While the waitresses dashed over with mops and towels, we explained that he doesn’t get out much to restaurants. Boy likes to eat out of tupperware at home. Thankfully, they didn’t sabotage our dishes in revenge. Anna and Sean had baked eggs with salmon and potatoes.
I had yogurt, granola and fruit with Avocado toast. Actually we cut this in quarters because it is so delicious. We left a “please let us come back sometime” tip and escaped before we could cause them any more trouble. Outside, we assessed the damage. Anna decided not to sue. Even as a baby, Katie was always a clean, precise eater. She did not find the mess so amusing. Mocha was turning up everywhere. Not a body part was spared. Given the unfortunate looking splash marks, we couldn’t just ignore it. To the amusement of that older gentleman, we first tried to clean up with hand sanitizer.
Then upgraded to a more heavy duty, good ol’ fashioned NYC sprinkler bath. While doing the finishing touches in the water fountain. His mug shot. But aww look, so sweet. Sean’s favorite things: army helicopters and pink hearts. Just need to point out that this shirt was bought by dad in Guatemala. He picked it out all by himself from a woman on the street who promised it had been hand-woven by her. Even a middle-aged man stopped me to say, “I just love your outfit.” A win for dad, a win for Guatemala.
We had some time to kill before Mass, so this time it was our turn to shop.Yay! A new skirt for triplets. And it’s even better than the old one. Please, drop coffee on us more often Sean. (We might start buttering his cup handle.) My job had been to look up what time Mass was. We scheduled our brunch exactly to attend the 10:30 a.m. Mass. But when we got there everyone started fussing at me that I’d gotten it completely wrong. English Mass wasn’t until 12:45 p.m. and Chinese Mass was at 10:15 a.m. You’d think the whole day was ruined the way they grumbled on. And that is how we ended up being the only blond-haired, blue-eyed people at a mass conducted entirely in Chinese. Once again things worked out beautifully. 1) China is a major world power and we better start learning Chinese. (The only thing we picked up was that “Amen” is the same in Chinese and English) 2) We just pretended it was Latin—another language we’d be lost in. 3) We got a lot of attention.
When we first walked in, it felt like the whole church turned their heads to stare in confusion. “Do they know?!?” Then throughout the entire Mass the two little boys in front of us would look back exactly every three minutes (sometimes more). And yes, we remained white and non-Chinese speaking minute after minute.
After a short Mass (another bonus to being late!), we headed to Astoria, Queens. Picking up flowers before doing the classic “pop in” at Molly’s. Dash took quite the liking to Sean. As with all babies, the trick is to ignore them; let them get curious and come to you. And never, ever respond right away to their text messages. Babies can sense desperateness.
Sean sat down nonchalantly and within seconds Dash was all over him.
This is pretty self-explanatory: A montage of Dash entertaining us with silly faces and noises. Lochy, a little tired of all the ohh and ahhing over baby Dash, showed off his new stand-on-one-foot trick. See, the new skirt is so much cuter than the old one anyways. Educating us on the solar system …With a face of true enlightenment. Everyone loves Molly’s crowded, cozy kitchen. Doesn’t hurt that she’s always whipping up new treats like this banana coffee cake. Lochy giggled mischievously while Molly told the story behind his new haircut. One day after mentioning, “Mama, I want to be the boy with no hair,” he sneaked out Jude’s school scissors and went to work. He then cleverly hid the evidence under the table. Got a lot of shifty eye going on in this photo ^^^Molly is the original New York City walker so we then strutted around Astoria with her. Jude was hesitant to go out at first, but perked up when Sean whizzed him around in the stroller. We ended up at this street fair where we enjoyed cool drinks and spicy pad thai. Ever feel like this after an afternoon in the hot NYC sun? We get you, Jude. A boy and his stick. Lochy refused to let go. Once back home, Ronan arrived from LaGuardia airport …And Sean soon had to head off. T’was a pretty perfect weekend. We ticked off all the boxes and then some. Toodle loo.