You know Lucy, it cracks me up that to this point your understanding of life (how it works, where you live, what people sound and dress like) is based on New York City. Almost 3 years old and yet you have never played in a back-yard or lived in a place with stairs. You think elevators and bodegas are part of every child's daily routine and perhaps even worse you think it is normal to pick out what you want to eat online and have someone bring it to your door.
Last week we took you on vacation to San Francisco. That first night when we walked down along the Fisherman's Wharf you were totally entranced by the little shops and the fishing boats. You were dawdling so far behind that we ended up putting Cam in the Urgo and your in the stroller so we could get back faster. We figured it was just the novelty of the new surroundings and thought little of it until later that week when we were in the financial district of the city. It was lunchtime and the streets were crowed with people and cars. However this time, you were all business as we walked along the sky scrappers amidst the busy car and pedestrian traffic. A concrete jungle is your habitat and once we went to that part of town, you assumed your preferred position of holding onto the right side of the stroller as we pushed along the city streets. Almost bored in a place that would frighten most toddlers with its loud noises and enormous structures, you probably thought we were just a few blocks from your home out on a daily trip to get groceries or lunch.
Today we are back in the city and we're down in our financial district looking for a cab back home. We had just been at Whole Foods for a kids cooking class with friends and had walked from Tribecca all the way over to Water street. You were walking alongside the stroller, eating your "black seed" bagel and starting to tire out. You pleaded. "Mommy, I go home?" I explained as soon as we could find a cab we would head straight home. You stopped dead in your tracks. Replied, "Mama, hold Cee-cee's bagel." And put your other arm out and up in the "hail a cab" position and started looking for a taxi. You are two and half! Oh how I love my little new yorker.
(I just have to document also that you were in a pink tutu today with silver slippers. Your choice.)
Mama
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