New York City in the spring. Always worth the wait. After months of bundling up and staying close to home, of keeping our heads down and pushing our way through the snow and cold, we are unwrapping ourselves, exploring areas we were once familiar with, opening up to see how the winter has reshaped our world.

My brother is in town and we’ve been walking around the city, giving him the grand tour, wandering aimlessly and wondering at how we haven’t seen that before or noticed those buildings. There’s an old Heinz factory a block away from our apartment. How have I never seen it? There are three new restaurants on Franklin Ave. At least, I think they’re new. I walk down that street all the time. How did I not see them before? Just a new awakening, I guess. A new awareness of the possibilities now that the world is blooming and everything’s coming up roses.

Even the things that never seem to change are shiny and new again. Like Manchild’s love of outer space. We went to the Natural History Museum and circled the Hayden Sphere twice trying to grasp the relative size of things. When we came home Manchild recited the whole scale: “If the Hayden Sphere is the rhinovirus, then this model is a hydrogen atom.”

“If the Hayden sphere is a red blood cell, then this model would be the rhinovirus.”

“If the Hayden sphere is a raindrop, then this model would be a red blood cell.”

And all the way up to the Milky Way, the local group of galaxies, the super cluster of galaxies, the universe.

Amazing, and somewhat incomprehensible.

Funny that even though I’ve lived with Manchild’s fascination for a couple of years now, it still surprises me how engrossed he becomes, how well he retains those facts, how it becomes a part of him.

Or how I’m always taken off guard by how quick the Little Miss can be to grab things and tear them apart. Or by Squish’s silly sense of humor.

Just like I am by how new and fresh and perfect and energizing New York City can be in the spring, when it unfolds itself again and we open up to meet it.IMG_2218

And here’s what I’ve been writing about on Babble:

Our pediatrician is retiring! We wish there were a thousand more just like him!

Can you have a “normal” childhood when your mom has cancer?

Nutrition labels: maybe someday they’ll be a little more helpful.

How far would we go to solve the obesity epidemic?

Too frazzled to think clearly? Take some time to practice some self-affirmations.

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