Same City Kid, Different City (Roozle goes to NYC)
We found ourselves just an hour outside of New York City on Saturday. It was a beautiful day and Roozle has never been, so we went. We’re not usually so spontaneous, but it made sense. City Roozle loves cities. After just a few minutes in traffic, we parked and went straight to the ice cream truck. Because soft serve! From a truck!
Off to Central Park! Let’s climb a giant rock! And another! We listened to a boy play violin (wearing socks, but no shoes, standing on the edge of a bridge) and then watched as Roozle hopped from rock to rock at a little muddy duck pond. She would’ve stayed there all day, but there’s only so long I can hang at a muddy duck pond watching her almost fall in over and over before it’s time to move on.
Leaving Central Park, we told her we were going to the toy store. She didn’t seem to care much (because ducks! mud! Shoeless violin guy!) but when she saw FAO Schwarz, her head exploded. Then she posed for a picture with “The biggest teddy bear I have EVER seen!”
There were lots of posing opportunities inside. And dumb parents (us) who told a kid (Roozle) that she could get something. She picked a toy bird that records your voice and plays it back in bird voice. We tried everything in our power to convince her to get something else. ANYTHING else. IN THE ENTIRE STORE. Parents are powerless to Voice Recording Parent Hating Birds. She named her Flutter.
We are also powerless to adorable photos with Spiderman, too, apparently. This beauty was $17 of awesome. Obviously worth every penny. Maybe we can get Spiderman to volunteer for school pictures at Roozle’s school this year.
Now I want to watch Big! Like right now! She had the whole piano to herself for a few minutes. It ruled.
Different city, same hydrant climbing.
We met up with my best friend from college, Lizzie. When we left her, Roozle hugged her so tight and didn’t want to let go. I totally get it, Roozle. I never want to let go of Lizzie either. She rules.
She rode escalators by herself. She walked all the blocks with minimal complaints, while often walking into me because she was looking up at the tall buildings instead of at where she was going. It happens. Our trip was quick and cheap (except for that Spiderman photo, OMG). We had grilled cheese and french fries for dinner. We walked. We climbed. We carried a bird cage with a toy bird in it all afternoon. As you do, when you’re Roozle in NYC.
Good job, New York. Until next time.