Some of the highlights from our annual trip to see the Christmas window displays in Manhattan:
Watching Manchild try to dance along with the marionettes at Macy’s.
The best $1 pizza I’ve ever had. It definitely held it’s own against the $2 variety, and then some. (99 Cent Fresh on 5th between 332nd and 33rd, if you’re interested.)
The boys insisting that we get Little Miss the biggest stuffed bear wecould find for her Christmas gift. (Shhhh . . . don’t tell her! It’s a surprise!)
Manchild’s complete and utter delight at finding Frosty the Snowman and two Smurfettes at Rockefeller Center. (I almost pointed out that Hello Kitty was across the street, but I’m glad I didn’t. The boys have just been introduced to her and they might never have left her side if they knew she was there.)
The look of alarm and horror on Micah’s face when he asked me if I had both the boys and I had no idea what he was talking about. Manchild was holding my hand, but Squish was nowhere Micah could see . . . because he was sitting on his shoulders. And he’d forgotten he had him there. I laughed for about 3 blocks.
Manchild’s determination to figure out the NYC bus system: blue signs? green signs? white signs? BM? BxM? M34A? Limited? Express? What does it all mean?
Trying to get a family photo in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center. It was a valiant effort.
Capping it all off with the ever-inspiring displays at Bergdorf-Goodman . . . only to have our ogling cut short by the need to run across the street to the Apple store for a potty/feeding break.