Hey, so did you notice I posted every day in November? Awesome, right? Now I’m going to give you a break and get back to my normal posting routine. Or something like it.
First, I just wanted to say that posting every day last month was pretty awesome. It was quite helpful to come up with something not obvious to be grateful for. And I enjoyed thinking about it more and more as I wrote and realizing so many other things related to the thing I was writing about to be thankful for. I’ve heard about starting a gratitude journal for years, and even tried it before, but this was the first time I’d been able to sustain it for more than a few days. I am trying to keep it up in my personal notes, but it is definitely difficult without the public accountability.
But what I really came here to tell you about was our trip to Manhattan yesterday to see the window displays. We took advantage of the warmish temperature and lovely weather and made the trek for family night. I was hoping that there would be less of a crowd at Macy’s because it was a Monday, but “less of a crowd” and “Macy’s” are incompatible at Christmas time. But we were thankful that the whole of Midtown was not clogged with people, and we even found a nice piece of sidewalk to rest and eat our pizza on.
Other highlights (as already published on Mother Runner):
Watching Simon try to dance along with the marionettes at Macy’s.
The best $1 pizza I’ve ever had. It definitely held it’s own against the $2 variety, and then some. (99 Cent Fresh on 5th between 32nd and 33rd, if you’re interested.)
The boys insisting that we get Elsa the biggest stuffed bear wecould find for her Christmas gift. (Shhhh . . . don’t tell her! It’s a surprise!)
Simon’s complete and utter delight at finding Frosty the Snowman and two Smurfettes at Rockefeller Center. (I almost pointed out that Hello Kitty was across the street, but I’m glad I didn’t. The boys have just been introduced to her and they might never have left her side if they knew she was there.) Side note: I let the boys watch the old Frosty the Snowman movie today and they ate it up. Simon couldn’t stop talking about it at dinner.
The look of alarm and horror on Micah’s face when he thought we lost Oliver. Simon was holding my hand, but Oliver was nowhere Micah could see . . . because he was sitting on his shoulders. And he’d forgotten he had him there. I laughed for about 3 blocks. But I’m sure I’ve done it before. Lost my glasses on my face and my backpack on my back.
Simon’s determination to figure out the NYC bus system: blue signs? green signs? white signs? BM? BxM? M34A? Limited? Express? What does it all mean?
Trying to get a family photo in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center. It was a valiant effort, but truly captured the feel of our family these days. Especially those boys. Simon is so done with cameras while Oliver is just getting warmed up to his role as family ham.
Capping it all off with the ever-inspiring displays at Bergdorf-Goodman . . . only to have our ogling cut short by the need to run across the street to the Apple store for a potty/feeding break.