We started the day in New York with fresh bagels from a Jewish deli a few blocks away that I'd actually read about in the in-flight magazine. The boys love bagels, just like the rest of us, so it was a big treat.
The boys had so many playmates, there was no need to go anywhere for a while.
We can hear the horns and sirens of the city, but muffled by 37 stories of vertical distance, they become a soothing background noise in this apartment oasis.
Baby Pete had lots of playmates too, and he made lots of cute faces and sweet little noises, and he never cried, except when someone had to suction his nose.
Finally, we ventured out, but just a few blocks east to Central Park - except Greg, who had to go to work, and Adam, whose cold had gotten much worse and left him sick in bed.
The park has awesome playgrounds and climbing rocks, plus so much space to run, but it takes constant vigilance to make sure you don't lose sight of your kids in a crowd of people.
My mom was not about to lose sight of Isaac. When he took off climbing up this huge rock, she was right behind him in her slippery shoes. I had no idea my mom could climb up a rock so fast.
You can see her in red in this photo, and you can see how far away the rest of us were.
We finally caught up, but Isaac was in good hands. Look at those shoes!
One of the best parts of this playground was a set of monkey bars low enough for preschoolers.
Even Jonah could reach some of the bars! Which he loved.
Isaac was soon worn out after all that playing. So we stopped for hummus pitas and ate them on the way home.
This is the view I dream about after we leave New York. The cityscape is beautiful by day, but it's absolutely spectacular from sunset on.
As we go to sleep each night, we lay in bed and watch the lights twinkling and the changing colors on top of the Chrysler building, like a visual lullaby.
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