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Transportation Day: A Retrospective


The boys and I went into New York City yesterday to ride as many modes of transportation in one day that we could fit in before meltdowns. (Mine and theirs.) We made it to SIX. (Sort of.)

Over the course of the day, you know what I discovered? Navigating the city with two little boys, who are not accustomed to so much city stuff, is a lot trickier than living there with one baby girl.

I imagine if we still lived there, the boys wouldn’t need to talk about and touch (and in one disgusting case, lick) every single thing we saw. Look at that tall building! Look at all those yellow taxis! Look all those people watch that guy cram himself into a box!

They also paused a lot, which philosophically is great, but in midtown, not so much. Pausers used to drive me crazy. Well, karma’s a bitch because my boys were stopping to smell the roses all over the place… on the sidewalk, in the subway station and most notably, at the bottom of the escalator. But guess what… there are no roses in any of those places. There are only angry New Yorkers that have to get to where they’re going like yesterday. So MOVE IT.

We started here, waiting for the 10:33 train to Grand Central Station.

We are ready to go! We are also ready to pose like a couple going to the Prom!

Two things to note in the next picture: one, I did not instruct them to sit in that exact same position and two, while it looks like I was specifically trying to take a picture of that pretty building in the background, I was not. That could be a prison for all I know.



Have Cars book, will travel.

They loved the train, but when they got off and saw THIS scene? Well, we could have turned around and gone home and they would have been happy. I wonder if the staff at Grand Central Station knows what an attraction they have here. My guess is no, they just have a storage space limitation problem.



Aaaaand let the questions begin! “Who drives this cart? Where is that water going? How do they drink that water with no cups? Whose hat is that? Do they have to wear that hat to drive this cart and carry the water?”


“Why is the sky moving? When I walk around in circles, all those stars move, too. This place is so big. Why is that flag so big? Where are all the trains? Where are all these people going?”

Time to head underground.

*By the way, as a group, we decided that the escalator totally counts as a mode of transportation since it takes you from one place to another. I didn’t get any pictures of them on the escalator because I was too busy holding a stroller, a heavy bag and a two-year old’s hand.

You know what New Yorkers LOVE? Little kids that just stand in front of the escalator building up the courage to step on. Seriously, they love that.



Waiting for the downtown 6 train. Happy Dude was torn, because while he loved the trains coming and going, he did not love the noise of the subway. He kept covering his ears and saying “TOO LOUD!” And I kept saying, “SUCK IT UP, YOU WUSSY SUBURBAN KID!” Well, not out loud.


You see that girl reading the newspaper? Well, for some reason, the Nibbit felt compelled to lean over her shoulder and I don’t know, smell her hair or something. I was appalled. “NIBBIT! What are you doing? You can’t just invade somebody’s personal space like that!” She was laughing and said, “Oh, there’s no such thing in New York City.”

Love you random newspaper girl in NYC. And I can’t really blame him, your hair is all kinds of awesome.

Time for lunch!  


Drinking at Max Brenner, Chocolate by the Bald Man

The Nibbit took this next picture of Happy Dude and it’s my second favorite picture of the day.


Chocolate shake = pure joy

My absolute FAVORITE picture of the day is next. We made it to the bus stop where, the Nibbit asked, “We’re at a bus stop? Do we have to go to school now?” Seriously? Is what we’re doing here not clear at all to you??

I told the boys to stand in front of the sign and smile and I just love the results. Because of the way the boys are looking at each other and holding hands? NO. I love this picture because of that awesomely cute Batman photobombing my shot. He continued to stare at us like that the entire bus ride. I loved him and really wanted him to join us for the rest of Transportation Day but I thought the Mom might get scared if I invited him. And maybe have me arrested.



Remember the last post I wrote about not judging? Please remember that as you witness the Nibbit’s socks and shoes up close.

OK, so this side entrance to FAO doesn’t make for the classic photo-op offered by the front of the store, but the front was sooooo far away and we were getting sooooo tired by then….


… not too tired to scare pigeons though!


Last vehicle of the day… taxi!


Holding their new souvenirs (Cars, of course), we made our way back to Grand Central.


The train ride home was a little bit more challenging than the earlier one… mostly because I spent an hour desperately trying to keep the two of them awake. Naps at 4:00pm = BAD for Mom.


Pulling into our station, I said, “Hey guys, we’re almost home. What’d you think of Transportation Day?!?”

Nibbit: Fine.
Happy Dude: Good.


Me: Well, I LOVED it. I CAN’T WAIT for our next adventure!
Nibbit: What’s it going to be? Can we go to the candy store?
Me: <sigh> How about thumbs up for Transportation Day?


So here’s our final tally:

Minivan – CHECK
Train – CHECK
Escalator – CHECK (Shut up. It counts.)
Subway – CHECK
City bus – CHECK
Taxi – CHECK

Nobody completely losing their shit – CHECK.


Friday Funnies


That’s a terrible name, I know. I tried to do “Freaky Funny Friday,” but I can’t do a strike through in the title. WTF?? Anyway…

Remember that show “Kids say the Darndest Things?” Well, it’s TOTALLY true. They really do. And you know who else says funny things? Teenage girls on trains.

Here are a few things that made me laugh out loud this week. I’m not saying they’ll make YOU laugh, but that would just mean you have a terrible sense of humor.

Read on…

1. This one actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I’m including it because it was funny and because it’s my blog and I’ll cheat if I want to.

I was on the train, heading into Grand Central, minding my own business (well, actually, that’s a lie… I was totally eavesdropping) when I overheard three teenage girls chatting about their babysitting jobs:

Girl 1: I, like, totally hate babysitting boys because I, like, have nothing in common with them, you know? At least with, like, the girls I can do arts and crafts and stuff.

Girl 2: I just, like, watch a lot of movies with them.

Girl 3: Oh my God, I babysit for this one girl, who is, like, SO WEIRD. She won’t even TALK to me. She only whispers in her Mom’s ear and then the Mom has to tell me what she said.

Girl 1: Oh my God, that’s so weird! How old is she??

Girl 3: I don’t know… I think, like, two?

Girl 2: Oh my God, what’s she going to do when she has to, like, go to college without her Mom???

Of course, I FRANTICALLY started typing this whole exchange into my phone so that I could relay it to KJ… and everybody else I know. Please note, there is ZERO exaggeration in the amount of “likes” or the number of “Oh my Gods.”

I really wanted to ask them for their names so that I could do the opposite of recommend them to everyone I know. But I didn’t.

OK, moving on.

2. The Loud One, the Nibbit and I went out to lunch this week to a local family BBQ place. With plates of beige in front of them, this conversation happened:

The Loud One: Mama, you should definitely work here because you’re a really good cooker.

Me [sputtering]: Ha! I’m not really, but thank you. What made you say that?

LO: Well, you make grilled cheese and French fries that are almost as good as these.

Me [thinking, Hmmm. OK, I’ll take that.]: Thanks!

The Nibbit: Actually Mommy, you should WIV (live) here. I wish I could wiv here.

Me: In this restaurant? Why would you want to live here?

The Nibbit: Because it has cool stuff wike (like) tables…. and food… and wadders (ladders)…

Me [thinking, Ladders? Where are there ladders?]

And I looked over to see something like this:

I could see how maybe a 3½ year old might think that a bunch of restaurant high chairs looked like a ladder.

I can also completely understand how it would be awesome to live in a place “…with tables… and food… and wadders.


3. I’m sure this same conversation happened in millions of households worldwide this week. While watching the girls gymnastics Olympics events, the Loud One felt inspired to “practice her backflips” on the couch.

LO: Watch me do my backflip!

Me: You don’t know how to do a backflip.

LO: That’s why I’m practicing.

Me: Well, if you really want to learn, I can sign you up for gymnastics. And then if you’re really good at it and you practice hard for a lot of years, maybe you can go to the Olympics.

LO: Do I have to wear that tight thing with the sleeves?

Me: You mean a leotard? Yes.

LO: Just to the classes or to the Olympics, too?

Me: Both. I’d have to check the rulebook, but I’m pretty sure it’s required at the Olympics.

LO: [pause] Nevermind.

Call me crazy, but I’m not sure she really has the dedication required to be an Olympic athlete. 


And last but not least…

4. This Goop newsletter from Gwyneth made me laugh out loud from Start. To. Finish. And not because she’s funny. Let’s just say Gwyneth and I have a different budget perspective when it comes to packing for a vacation.


OK, so now it’s time for you to share. This whole relationship (you know, between you and me) has been very one-sided up until now. It’s time to click on the comment section and add your two cents. Tell me something funny that made you laugh this week – maybe it was your kid, maybe it was your pet, maybe it was your Grandma, maybe it was that banker you saw bite it in midtown… all of these things –> very funny!

So spill it. Make me laugh. I dare you.