Busy, busy, busy

We have been busy these past few days, running around doing lots of fun things. One of the perks of working from home is I get to accompany Logan’s nursery school class (yes, Miamians, us New Yorkers are still in school) on field trips. Last week, we went to the Suffolk County Farm, where Logan enjoyed feeding the animals despite our last mishap at a farm when he had his whole hand chomped on by a big, fat pig. Literally. A big, black pig bit him.

For days after, he kept recounting the stories of the “big, fat, nasty pig” and I feared it might make him think twice before feeding animals. But, nope, it hasn’t. He seemed to have forgotten the whole ordeal and feed the sheep, goats and other cute little animals, although I’m not sure what many of them were.

I loved this little guy, and he seemed to really like Logan.

I tried to get a picture of the two of them. First, Logan looked longingly at him.

Then he looked lovingly at Logan.

Finally, they both said, “Cheese!”

On Friday, we headed to NYC. Logan had his regular eye doctor appointment and I had a meeting. In between, we took his first NYC taxi ride, walked the docks along 12th Avenue and admired the Intrepid, which we will be going back to see another day.

He also watched dogs running around and splashing in baby pools at a dog park. Logan was just as entertained as the dogs. While I had my meeting, he went off to a park with one of my friends who works near by and was so kind to spend her lunch break with him.

The whole day Logan was so curious about city life – I hope he falls in love with NYC as much as I have over the years. It’s a place I love to go and visit and get lost in. Always wondered, though, if I could ever live there. I’m not so sure.

On Saturday, I went off to cover a fun event in Port Jeff and he spent time at his grandparents house and made a lemonade stand with his cousins. When I pulled up to pick him up, he handed me a full glass and told me to taste it. Then asked for the 50 cents. I think I have a budding entrepreneur on my hands.

On Sunday, we spent a nice, long day at the beach with my friend Jenna.

Logan splashed a little in the freezing cold water, dug holes and used his monster truck to destroy castles that Jenna and I took turns building.

I got to read more of Wild by Cheryl Strayed, although I felt a bit odd reading about her difficult hikes through dessert and snow and her lack of water as I lay on my beach chair soaking up the sun with a full cooler by my side. I love the book so far and will write more about it later. It’s been fun, but a little exhausting.

I was actually happy it was Monday so I could sit back down at my desk and get back to writing.

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