Monday, August 31, 2015

Adios August!

I think it's safe to say that August has ended not with a bang but a whimper. Mostly my whimper. Please let school start soon! For real! For both kids! Actually, that's not entirely fair. I was keeping  up fairly well with the death march of summer activities going into this home stretch. We had an after school SGP playdate, ice cream treats, a little Corona fun with German and Valentina and then a weekend bonanza to complete the month. Juliet's 7th birthday pool party was a lot of fun even if the sun didn't heat the water up as much as I would have liked. My girls got in and I joined them a few times to keep my circulation going. The tacos from Taqueria Santa Fe definitely helped liven things up and by the end of the afternoon, we were still raring for more action. So off to SGP we went for another few hours of summer sunshine. The following morning I got a text from Irene that she was planning a trip into the city to the South Street Seaport's Imagination Playground and did we want to join. At that point, I was on Day 4 with no Nacho around, so I was vacillating between sure-why-not and oh-fuck-no-let-me-sleep-or-die. It was hard to decide which way to go, but with another bright day outside and the prospect of school all week long, I figured Elisa would enjoy a bit of summer that day. I was almost right. Mostly, my children fought each other and me. It was one of those long, tedious days punctuated by lots of threats and calming Carolina down while I tried to figure out why Elisa was being so mean to her sister. Playing the role of big sister to German and Alegria was part of what bothered Carolina, but not all. No, it started way before that and ended when we managed to pull ourselves away from the group and head home early. I couldn't take any more and it was almost 6pm. So I packed it in, grabbed a frappucino and took the little monsters back on the subway by myself. And of course they giggled and played and generally loved one another the whole. way. home. Because summer. 

Friday, August 28, 2015

Playing Tourist

Last week my college friends Jill and Dave came to town with their two boys to visit the city and Jill's sister Kendal who recently had her first baby boy.  It's been a few years since I've seen them and their oldest boy Miles is just half a year older than Carolina, so I figured we'd be well matched to enjoy some tromping around the city together. I even found them a housesit in the neighborhood so they had the convenience of real apartment living while close to us.  With Graeme just shy of turning one in September, it's all about having a few spare rooms when you travel. Man, I don't miss those days of sleepless nights and wondering what will happen after an exhausting day out on the town. But Jill and Dave had been crisscrossing the country this summer with stops already in Chicago, Michigan, and Philadelphia. They were up for the NYC family challenge. So the first day we decided to meet up in Central Park after their morning with Kendal and baby Atticus. As we tried to narrow down a meeting spot, Jill suggested the Obelisk since Miles wanted to see the thing that featured in one of his storybooks. The Obelisk? What the heck was that, I wondered. A quick search and I realized that in 10 years of living in the city, I had not once been to the thing referred to as Cleopatra's Needle hiding behind The Met. We made our way over and up on the train and within a few steps inside the park, we were there. I love playing tourist in my own town--there's always more to see. 
We made our way through the park and over to the west side to Shake Shack for lunch. Usually I try not to freak out when I see the line is out the door and to the corner. It's not always a terrible sign that we'll never find seating and have to wait forever for our food. And in fact, that day turned out to be a perfect outing to the Shack. We found two adjoining tables downstairs in the A/C and Dave and I both got offered free beverages by an obliging employee. That his was beer and mine a soft drink almost didn't matter. We were winning at this tourist trap lunch outing. The coffee and donut concrete special with Donut Plant pieces thrown in it was just the icing on the proverbial cake. We walked slowly back towards the Natural History Museum stopping for a bit at the fountain for Jill to let Graeme nurse and then snap a few pics. And that's when it dawned on me that Miles might actually prefer to head back to Queens with us and chill out and play while Jill and Dave headed off to the High Line. It was a divide and conquer strategy I highly recommend to visitors and one that paid off well this day. We grabbed some ice cream for the kids on the way past the park again and then hit the subway where the sight of us with three kids caused a kindly Bronx man to explain the delays because of a broken track at 72nd. I mean, we must be tourists, right? I smiled to myself and declined his offer of seating. It's times like that when I realize that living in Queens for 10 years, I still don't look like I belong here sometimes. But that's okay. I'll consider that just a sign of my double agent status--a Midwestern transplant living happily in the heart of Queens--which is a perfect foil to leading other transplants around the city when they come. The next day we gathered forces to make a day trip to Brooklyn via the East River Ferry. It was a beautiful summer day with almost cool winds in the morning. Jill and family enjoyed a little time at Hunters Point South while we drove over and hopping on the next ferry worked out perfectly. The day was off to a good start!
And really any day that involves a river ride under not one but three bridges, a carousel, cool art installations, a playground with a giant ship, a picnic lunch AND ice cream has to be a banner day, right? I mean, we spoiled these kids rotten and they mostly deserved it. My girls have done this same day already once this summer, but repeating it didn't seem to bother them in the slightest. ;) This time they got milk shakes and there was no water fun at the pop up installation which was under repairs. But otherwise, it was a perfectly executed family outing in the BK. By the time 3:30pm rolled around, we were ready to wrap things up and take the ferry back to Queens. But Jill and Dave had energy still to walk the Brooklyn Bridge on their way to MoMA so we bid them farewell and made the return trip.  It was nice to see them hanging out at home a bit on the other days of their trip and we talked a lot about their lives in KC, recent travels, and of course our families. I don't know if I will have a college reunion in another two years, but if I don't it will be okay. In the past 6 months I've seen Jason and Betsy, and now Jill and Dave. I have a few more I'd like to see. But maybe that's the better way to do it. One at a time and at a pace we can all handle. Who's next?

Thursday, August 27, 2015

2nd Grade!

Today Elisa started back to school. Second grade already. Where did the time go? It's so cliche, but really parenthood becomes a bigger blur with each passing year. Friends who have recently had  babies are going through all those major milestones and I can barely remember what it took to get over the sleep training and feeding issues we had. The gulf between us and them is at its widest point right now, and I wouldn't want to go back or start again for anything. It's definitely been a journey with this big girl, and I'm looking forward to a new year of seeing her grow. We've had our ups and (lots) of downs this summer, but something also feels like she has made a bit of a leap. This year at school drop off there was a confidence. She directed me on how to grab her breakfast from the portable cart on the 1st floor as she bounded up the stairs to her new classroom. She's moved up a level in the building and maybe that was why it really felt like she was a pro. I met her new teacher Ms. Vaserman too, and I hope that she will be a guiding force for Elisa this year. So many thoughts as the school year kicks off, but mostly I hope Elisa finds her groove academically more so than she has before. I know she has it in her. Go get 'em, kiddo.