All-American Events
Calvin turned two this June and we celebrated with a trip to Central Park Zoo and a picnic on the Great Lawn. Calvin is crazy about matchbox cars--I can see him becoming enthralled with NASCAR racing--and got some cool little items for his obsession. He also got two copies of "Everybody Poops" I guess in case the message wasn't clear reading it the first time, he could read it again... in a different printing of the book. To feed his recent love for spinning, I got him a Sit and Spin (thanks for the idea, Mark) and can't wait to hear how much his parents can't stand the music they have to hear repeatedly from that contraption. Instead of chocolate cake, we got red velvet from Buttercup Bake Shop and he proceeded to drive pinwheels into and out of his cake. The godparents got together and helped Calvin cut the cake. Jess, Raman, me and little Cal drove a plastic knife into the bloody looking tower of goodness.
This weekend, we celebrated another birth--Independence Day for the USA. I did some very American things like hitting balls at the batting cages in New Haven with Esther and Doug and barbecuing as well. Out in rural North Stonington, CT, I got to see the most stupendous display of fireworks along with more barbecuing and sunning. A woman down the street from said events was in a horse buggy pulled by humongous Shires. Upon getting back into the city, I had to volunteer with the cats, but got out in time to walk up along Third Avenue to 29th Street and catch the Macy's Fireworks on the East River between some not-so-tall buildings. Thank you Chinese people for inventing such a fun, loud, and colorful item that the white man eventually used to make weapons. It was a lovely weekend.
Speaking of American past-times, camping is a big one though I read a recent CNN.com article about how camping like the good old days has gone the way of the dinosaur in many cases and "roughing it" is a subjective term. Early in June, I headed out with my fellow rough guides to Fahnestock Park with no electricity and peed in the woods and cooked over an open fire. Okay, I guess having a propane stove isn't exactly roughing it, but we did a pretty good job setting up tents and even walked along part of the Appalachian Trail. At the mid-point of our hike, we had lunch and took some lovely photos. Shenan and I enjoy the shade while Calvin in the background looks over the edge of the trail. We saw a bunch of millipedes along the way and took a couple rowboats out onto the lake there. I also officially had S'mores while camping. The first time I had it, I was watching Starship Troopers with Jano and Betsey in 553 Mayfield on the Stanford campus. Not quite the same.
A week after camping, I gathered a group of lovely and stelegant folks to join me at the Belmont Stakes in seats this time which I somehow got for half price. We came in delightful hats for the occasion. Shenan's matched her outfit perfectly and she only bought the hat that morning. And me with my hat obsession, took out my new hat with a brand new ribbon to contrast my yellow sequined dress.
This weekend, we celebrated another birth--Independence Day for the USA. I did some very American things like hitting balls at the batting cages in New Haven with Esther and Doug and barbecuing as well. Out in rural North Stonington, CT, I got to see the most stupendous display of fireworks along with more barbecuing and sunning. A woman down the street from said events was in a horse buggy pulled by humongous Shires. Upon getting back into the city, I had to volunteer with the cats, but got out in time to walk up along Third Avenue to 29th Street and catch the Macy's Fireworks on the East River between some not-so-tall buildings. Thank you Chinese people for inventing such a fun, loud, and colorful item that the white man eventually used to make weapons. It was a lovely weekend.
Speaking of American past-times, camping is a big one though I read a recent CNN.com article about how camping like the good old days has gone the way of the dinosaur in many cases and "roughing it" is a subjective term. Early in June, I headed out with my fellow rough guides to Fahnestock Park with no electricity and peed in the woods and cooked over an open fire. Okay, I guess having a propane stove isn't exactly roughing it, but we did a pretty good job setting up tents and even walked along part of the Appalachian Trail. At the mid-point of our hike, we had lunch and took some lovely photos. Shenan and I enjoy the shade while Calvin in the background looks over the edge of the trail. We saw a bunch of millipedes along the way and took a couple rowboats out onto the lake there. I also officially had S'mores while camping. The first time I had it, I was watching Starship Troopers with Jano and Betsey in 553 Mayfield on the Stanford campus. Not quite the same.
A week after camping, I gathered a group of lovely and stelegant folks to join me at the Belmont Stakes in seats this time which I somehow got for half price. We came in delightful hats for the occasion. Shenan's matched her outfit perfectly and she only bought the hat that morning. And me with my hat obsession, took out my new hat with a brand new ribbon to contrast my yellow sequined dress.
1 Comments:
At July 06, 2005 6:01 PM, N said…
Where's my picture? What in the world has become of little Niko?
Hurt beyond measure, beyond repair, beyond good and evil,
N
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