Memorial Day in Central Park

During the week I have the boys nap at home and stick to our routine pretty religiously. Mostly because that way I can get a break. But on the weekends anything goes.

We spent Memorial Day in Central Park. It was a perfect, warm, sunny day. After Arthur’s morning nap we rode our bikes over the glorious Brooklyn Bridge, over to the Westside Highway, uptown along the Hudson River, crosstown, up to the park on 8th Avenue, and into the park.

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We took the boys to a playground we hadn’t been to before, Billy Johnson playground. It had a super long slide that Julian was totally brave enough to go down by himself. Seriously, being 3 means being brave.

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Then we had a picnic. That’s always the highlight with everyone in our family. Food is kind of a big deal around here. Both Julian and Arthur will drop about anything for a sandwich and some fruit. Also, cheese. Cheese is huge. Anyway. Ice cream was next, and then everyone was sufficiently tired.

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So we rode around and around until our legs were like pudding the boys fell asleep. And then we pulled over, leaned Julian’s head against a pole and strapped Arthur’s helmet back with a bungee cord. What? Everyone’s kids nap like that, no?

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Jeff and I laid on the blanket, and for a brief moment in time it was as if we were out and about on our own. It was nice. Except then people walking by stopped and stared at our propped up children, commented, called friends on the phone, or tried to make conversation. So yeah. Nothing to see here, people. Keep it moving.

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After nap, more food! Then a quick ride over to the Great Lawn – and…more food! We needed coffee. Also, Belgian waffles. Then we found Uncle Brian with his wife and her parents.

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Uncle Brian is pretty much solid gold. Julian could not possibly adore him any more. That kid loooooves his uncle. So we crashed their picnic and then took a brief stroll over to Belvedere “Castle.” I’m just gonna use the word “castle” loosely here. Because technically it looks like a castle, except it was built in the late 19th century. So pretty much yesterday. Either way, Julian was impressed.

And then we picked our shaky legs off the floor and rode our bikes home. But rather than brave the Brooklyn Bridge again with the crazy tourists and pedestrians that don’t understand the concept of a bike lane, we cheated and took the East River Ferry across the river. The boys were thrilled. Two minutes on a boat!

We ended our night at the Italian restaurant two doors down from our apartment. Because what’s better than to celebrate Memorial Day with some rigatoni. The boys ate ridiculous amounts of pasta, because yay! More food. And beer. But not for the boys.

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We were happy. And so so tired. And then we looked up how many miles we rode, and the answer is 20. Might have been a family record!

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