Sunday morning was a glistening beauty! The aftermath of a 24 hour long flurry left the city dazzling white. It was like a Thomas Kinkade painting as we rode the taxi cab uptown for brunch at SaraBeth’s. The restaurant’s waiting area was tee tiny, and a toddler toting mommy doesn’t get the kindest of stares while everyone tries to peacefully discuss their relaxing Sunday plans over the occasional shrieks of a hungry and maybe even claustrophobic little girl. I decided to take the noise maker outside for a stroll while we waited. Snowy city air is refreshing. This is coming from someone who lives in the WIIIIIDEEEE open air. The air felt clean and cool in my lungs, like a gulp of ice water. I loved it. I didn’t however love the little baricade that forms when the snow plows travel down the streets, clearing every lane yet blocking the pedestrian path. I had to try to maneuver the stroller over the hump of iciness in leather riding boots, which might as well have been ice skates. The Britax B-Agile failed at living up to its namesake, and we both went slipping and sliding over the curb. Hattie stayed upright, thank the Lord, because how embarrassing would that have been. I popped back up like a Weeble Wobble anyways, so no harm done, plus, even though 5 people stood at that intersection with me, none of them even acted like they noticed me fall, despite the bulky stroller and my yelp. Some may find it rude, but they knew exactly what they were doing, letting me play it off like it never happened was way better than helping me up, and I’m being totally serious. Such nice people. We made our way to a quaint little bookstore, and read a few Peter Rabbit originals before we headed back to brunch. Everything that we ordered was delightful, but the lump crab meat guacamole had to take the cake. That even sounds divine, huh?
Honey, Nanny, Hattie, and I headed off to visit the Metro, where we took a short guided tour through a few high points of the museum. The building was magnificent, and the paintings that I was able to spend time viewing were breathtaking. Hattie woke up from her silent nap around the Ancient Near Eastern Art collection, and stayed fairly quiet until we reached the Asian prayer garden. She wanted to run and play, and museums don’t like running and playing. Thankfully the tour was wrapping up, and we were able to sneak a peek at a glorious Christmas Tree decorated with Baroque Creche. Why no pictures? Museums don’t like cameras either…
I thought about taking a stroll through the Guggenheim, but after watching When In Rome, I didn’t think walking the circular hallways would be much fun without a tiny yellow car. So we skipped.
We perused through Central Park instead for Hattie’s first experience playing in the snow, and because my hard head just HAD to see this bridge that I had seen in photos and mentally envisioned being right inside of the park gates, a mere two blocks down. HA. Not. I kept thinking, and quite possibly saying, “It’s probably right up ahead ya’ll”. I kept forgetting the whole 840 acre thing.
We strolled and whistled, and stalked a few soccer games and sled races crossing the park’s width before hailing a cab to take us down about 10 blocks to our destination. The bridge. Right next to an adorable skating rink, and necessary hot cocoa. The bridge was everything that I had imagined, and a few ducks were even playing in the small bit of unfrozen water pooled at the bottom. Most of the ducks around our house get shot at sooner or later, so it was pleasant to watch a few innocent little creatures, and know that for a little while they were safe. As long as they didn’t migrate south any time soon. Nanny and I thought about showing off a bit on the ice, but we had left our skates at home, so we decided to head back to the hotel instead.
We spent the evening relaxing in our room, and being in New York, we obviously had to order Chinese at least once. I had anxiety about choosing the right Chinese restaurant, because it just HAD to taste as good as Miranda’s on Sex In The City looked on TV. It took way longer than I thought it should take to arrive, but we scarfed it down, threw on our Sunday best and headed to Radio City Music Hall for the Christmas Spectacular!
I was super efficient in leaving all of my bulky unnecessary purse items at home that I even left my Christmas Spectacular tickets. Oops. Therefore we had to wait in 10 different lines, thus missing the opening scene, just to find out that we didn’t really need it anyway. We finally reached our seats, after a hair pulling wait in the hallway, and Hattie watched in delight as long, shiny, toned legs kicked and danced away. Santa popped up here and there along the walls, and on the stage, and the colors were so crazy sharp and bright. It is SUCH a great show for children and families alike. We loved every bit of it, and so did Hattie. We ended the night by walking back down 5th Avenue, past Rockafeller Plaza, and casually past a macaroon shop. We spent the remainder of the night trying on our favorite purchases for one another and packing up what we could of our cargo for the sad return home the following day.
Monday morning was BUSY! Rae and I ran down to Macy’s for Hattie’s photo with Santa, which was super swift, which was okay because she never had time to change her mood from indifferent to panicked. We bought our image, bought our Starbucks, and headed to the giant Toys R Us on Broadway for an indoor ferris wheel ride!
We packed up the rest of our bags, and waited around for our driver, who was stuck in traffic and pretty much refused to come and get us. I really thought that we were going to miss our flight, but he finally made it, loaded us up, and got us safely to our destination with time to spare! Kudos to him!
Our flight home was a bit more eventful with Hattie Banana, who didn’t nap the ENTIRE time. I was never happier to see solid ground and a car seat, since she
sat bounced, climbed, laid, flipped, on my lap on the plane. We were so thankful for safe travels, and can’t wait for another visit to the city!