The sniffles caught up with Henry today, and he slept in until 10:00 AM. Just after he woke up, the HVAC maintenance folks came in and discovered that the compressor in our living room unit is no longer working...AT ALL. So, that's why it smelled like a car running hot when we turned on the heat or AC. Yes, I am the granddaughter of two mechanics, and my husband used to run nuclear reactors, but neither of us suspected the compressor. We just thought it smelled funny. Wow. We must be geniuses. Anyway, by the time the maintenance work was over, the boys were hungry, so we raided the goodies from Fresh Direct and had a smorgasbord of delectable eats for lunch. While I attempted to get things together for our adventure of the day, Tucker climbed up on the counters, grabbed a few forbidden objects, handed one to Henry, and commenced to carve the cardboard boxes, which were the cars of his train on Monday. I turned around, screamed when I saw knives in the hands of my babies, and promptly disciplined the elder son. Henry cried, and I put him to bed. Tucker cried, and I put him in timeout. Again. For the afternoon. Then, we ate dinner before Wes made it home, and when he knocked on the door, we were ready to head out, yummy pumpkin ravioli in our tummies and an adventure to make returns and purchase goods on our agenda. We walked, Henry rode, and Tucker ran (he's in training for the 2010 NYC marathon apparently) to Buy Buy Baby, returned the footmuff that Tucker refused to wear (I have a feeling he'll change his mind as the mercury drops), and found the value size box of diapers for a sweet $40.99 (pretty sure the same box in Atlanta costs $28). Our adventure was a practical one, but Tucker thought it was great--he saw the city lights, heard the subway trains, and announced to anyone within earshot that the miniature schnauzer in front of us had just used the bathroom on the sidewalk. Lovely. Goodnight, New York. Congrats Mayor Bloomberg. Way to go Yankees. See you in the morning.
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