our city life thus far. in pictures.
little man in the big city. {when he gets tired of the apartment, we let him roam the halls. our neighbors love us.}
My first outside run on the island. I learned two things: ice is, indeed, very slippery. when your nose is numb you can’t always tell that there is snot dripping down your face. {yes, I said snot.}
front load washers are where it’s at. {yes, charlie lives in footy pi’s}
my view from our apartment. 17 degrees with -5 degree wind chill. I’ll stay with charlie, thank you very much.
snow angels or double homicide?
hello, bergdorf goodman. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to afford anything you have within your lovely store windows, but I feel compelled to go in…
the park plaza hotel. { $5 bucks says you just thought of home alone 2 and kevin’s recorder…}
{one of the} worlds largest toy store? done and done.
blurry children have the most fun.
charlie can’t be bothered. he’s jamming out on the big piano at FAO Shwartz.
he approves. 🙂
oh and this. see that self-satisfied, hey-mom-I’m-so-cool-look-at-me smirk? yeah. this little minion learned to climb up the {very high} ladder to the top bunk today.
and then dumped out a whole box of crayons. but he said “uh-ooohh” in a really cute way and “helped” pick them up, so we forgave him.
oh, and if you come and visit us and can’t find charlie in our little two bedroom apartment, you might want to look here…
in his favorite hiding spot. the cabinet.
strange little monkey.
The lovely “polar vortex” has kept us hanging inside mostly. and tomorrow’s chilling 7 degrees will probably find us holed up again. but that’s ok, because we keep busy – today’s “keep busy” games consisted of mario kart tournaments on the wii, “pull the baby around on the rug” {an original game, let me know if you want the official rules and we can make them up for you}, chuckling while thomas tries to do the one-legged chair pose during yoga, and fishing out the burnt chunks from the huge pot of chili that mommy forgot to watch closely because she forgot that she’s cooking on a gas stove.
Chris had a much more eventful day – between working his first day shift {no more night shift, thank the, Lord!}, sharing that crazy wrap thing with his new-coworkers { #ItWorks }, “stopping by” target {when will we learn that there is no.such.thing.as.stopping.by.}, jogging from the train. to the bus stop. missing the bus. then taking the taxi one mile to the tram. waiting for the tram that just left to get back because the other one is out of service. remembering to go by the liquor store for chardonnay because for some senseless reason there are no liquor stores on the island and the grocery store only sells beer. arriving home freezing cold and ready for dinner at 11:00p.m. {and no, he didn’t even complain about the burnt bits in the chili.}
so from our {somewhat frozen but mostly cozy} home to yours, goodnight.
{what we do when chris doesn’t get home till late 🙂 }
(I love) home. 