Wow. 3 posts of BlogHer. O_o
You know you’ve loved it.
We left off on Saturday night with me and Rebecca on the subway. After having my hand mauled, we headed to pizza in Brooklyn expecting to grab it and be back in time for the BanShe party that evening, only to find out it was an hour and a half wait to get in. Waiting outside in line. We debated back and forth until we finally realized after how long it took us to get to Brooklyn we’d never make it back in time for the party anyway, and we were starving.
“I’m game if you are,” I told Rebecca – and because great minds think alike – she was down for standing there that long.
And we did. And it was long.
Finally inside around 9pm, we ate the most amazing pizza ever. Our waiter was so Italian you almost couldn’t understand him, the atmosphere was crowded and yet it was expected there. You share tables in NY with other people, you are bumped into, and spilled water on – but it’s part of the deal there. We were so hungry and excited to be there we didn’t care.
Top to bottom: The Brooklyn bridge, Grimaldi’s, and the subway where I was mauled.
After pizza we headed back only to discover we both wanted ice cream but were afraid the other one would think we were insane after eating an entire pizza. So we got ice cream with sprinkles from a vendor outside our hotel, spilled it all down us, and then spent the night talking with Rebecca listening to me fall apart about the boys. It was a really emotional evening. Poor thing is probably traumatized from me. (Rebecca is a trooper you guys – she just sat and listened and cried with me.)
The next day we headed to the American Girl store where I was going to buy Bella a little doll of her own. I have a Samantha and gave it to her, but it’s a little big and I wanted a smaller one. Then I saw the twins. Twin boys with blonde hair and my heart just broke. I cried in the store and knew I had to get them for her. She’d been saying since I told her I was leaving, “Mommy going airplane! Get TWO babies!”
I’ve obviously never told her any such thing, and I’d assure her I was going to New York but would be home soon, and the two babies were in heaven with Jesus.
Top left clockwise: Bella and her babies, bringing the two babies home, Rebecca and I saying goodbye, the bagel shop we headed to for lunch.
I ended up leaving my wallet in our room, and we’d checked out, so there was some drama there with me trying not to freak out and Rebecca calling the hotel to see if they had it. They did. After we got it we headed to Pick a Bagel and finally got our NY bagel to eat.
Then we picked up our bags, hugged each other goodbye, walked to the curb, hugged again, I tried not to cry or think about how long it would be before I would get to see her again, then got in the cab, and away I went to the subway and then airport.
I then had the worst flight home while stuck on a plane for 2 1/2 hours – however I actually got home that night so I can’t complain. Many, many people were stuck in the airports overnight due to the weather canceling flights.
It was good to be home. So nice to see Bella’s face light up and her run to me in her pajamas yelling, “Mama, Mama!” and the excitement she had over the two babies. So sweet to feel Sam’s arms wrap around me and tell me later how much work I did at home.
Also? He finally said he gets why I’m anal about keeping the house clean. He was constantly picking up things just to keep it from looking like a bomb went off, and had no idea how much I cleaned before he came home at night just to get it tidy and presentable. He thought it just stayed that way for the most part. After all…
how much mess can a toddler make?
What nice things to come home to.
Thank you again to Military Family for sending me to BlogHer.