Today we pretended to be real New Yorkers. We took an early morning walk to Central Park where we met friends from San Diego for a playdate. Lizzie left San Diego a year or so before we did for New York and added a second daughter a year or so later. Her oldest daughter is in kindergarten on the Upper West Side, so Tucker and Henry played with her younger daughter Caroline, who is almost two. The three kiddos had a ball, and Lizzie and I got a fair amount of exercise in while chasing them around the climbing walls, slides, and ball pits. There were a few older kids at the playground who appeared to be skipping school, and their behavior was a bit too risque for toddler eyes, so we eventually left for a walk along Central Park South. Tucker begged Caroline to trade snack cups with him. He wanted her goldfish instead of his peanut butter pows. Thank goodness, she held strong to her choice, only a few germs were shared, and we parted ways, stopping by a corner store to buy goldfish (what else?) then Wes's work for a quick lunch before heading home and a three-hour nap. We'll be going to the playground every morning if that's the result!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Heckscher Playground in Central Park
Today we pretended to be real New Yorkers. We took an early morning walk to Central Park where we met friends from San Diego for a playdate. Lizzie left San Diego a year or so before we did for New York and added a second daughter a year or so later. Her oldest daughter is in kindergarten on the Upper West Side, so Tucker and Henry played with her younger daughter Caroline, who is almost two. The three kiddos had a ball, and Lizzie and I got a fair amount of exercise in while chasing them around the climbing walls, slides, and ball pits. There were a few older kids at the playground who appeared to be skipping school, and their behavior was a bit too risque for toddler eyes, so we eventually left for a walk along Central Park South. Tucker begged Caroline to trade snack cups with him. He wanted her goldfish instead of his peanut butter pows. Thank goodness, she held strong to her choice, only a few germs were shared, and we parted ways, stopping by a corner store to buy goldfish (what else?) then Wes's work for a quick lunch before heading home and a three-hour nap. We'll be going to the playground every morning if that's the result!
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Caroline,
Central Park,
Lizzie,
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San Diego,
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