our first trip with two: boston and nyc.

i guess you could say i was feeling brave.  brave, or maybe too confident is more like it.  cocky, even.  it was almost too easy traveling with just julian.  so how hard could it really be to travel with two?  and it's only so long you can hear so when are you bringing the boys out? before you finally admit to yourself it's time. so when we had the chance for me and the boys to join philip on a week in boston, i figured what the hell?  otherwise we're just at home by ourselves, so what's the difference?  and so with minimal thought and minimal planning, we booked three seats out to logan and i readied my lap for fin's first flight.

the last time we traveled with julian was july of last summer, when we took an almost-two-week trip out to boston and new york, topped off with the U2 show.  we learned once we started flying with julian from denver to the east coast that it's easier to make a long trip and visit family in both boston and NYC than to make the long flight out twice.  what are we, masochists?  there will be no more flights with toddlers than is absolutely necessary, thankyouverymuch.  but in order for that to really work, we have to be gone around a week.  which, we have learned, is about the max amount of time that julian can really be out of his element for.

things started off pretty great in boston.  philip's corporate apartment [yes, he has his own apartment when he goes back and yes, it's pretty awkward] is a two bedroom and just about one block away from the common.  which is great news for traveling with the boys and our boredom during the day.  even more essential is that it's right upstairs from a coffeeshop with great coffee.  this is non-negotiable.  


fin, meeting his auntie lish for the first time
look at that, they have swings in boston! 
have i used the whole little boy big city thing too much yet? it's just so damn sweet.
julian says he remembers going to boston last summer, but since that was, you know, eight months ago and basically over a quarter of his lifetime thus far, i'm inclined to think he's fibbing.  but all the same he was very excited to go.  we read the hello, boston book uncle aj got him about 4 dozen times in the week before our trip and plotted out the places we were going to go.  julian decided he wanted to see boats, the aquarium, the common, and the state house [you think i am joking, but i'm not].  and so that's what we did.

uncle aj, bedtime buddy 
how about that boston aquarium?
penguin watch with pop pop
for me, one of the highlights of the boston portion of our trip was coffee with my lovely friend chelsea.  we chatted about life in denver and life in boston and she asked me at one point, if all things were equal, which would you pick?  i completely surprised myself by saying boston.  i miss it, a lot.  the food and the people and the water and the atmosphere and the walkability and so many things.  but the problem with life is that all things aren't equal, and my life in denver makes me so wonderfully happy.

and on that note, it was on to new york.  it was more of a vacation for us [not that traveling with two kids is ever a vacation] since philip didn't really have to do much work on friday. it got off to an incredibly rough start -- saving that lovely story for another day and another blog post -- but after the initial bumps it was just what we needed.

finley joseph meets his namesake, my uncle joseph
right at home in the village with his aunt michele
never seen him looking more hipster
going to the city is always a balancing act.  family, friends, and then the things we want to do [usually none of these things actually happen].  it's a little harder these days since we can't stay with family -- asking for four of us to crash on some relative's couch for a couple nights is just too much of an imposition, no? -- but we found the perfect hotel for us where we can stay in one room quite comfortably, in the right neighborhood, with everything we need.

thanks in large part to my amazing godmother/aunt michele, we did some fantastic stuff with julian around the city.  an entire afternoon was spent at the museum of natural history [mostly in the ocean life hall].  we also spent a post-nap hour at the children's museum of art, which was a huge hit.  julian's going through a major art phase [but please god don't let it be a phase!].







when you get to stay in a posh west village apartment and a parade passes by on 8th avenue
it was a pretty typical long weekend in the city for us.  pour overs at 1668 [this time with new city residents ana & her husband! hooray!].  brunch at westville with our friend anthony.   many trips to the bleecker street playground, julian's favorite.  dinner at my godmother's apartment with family and friends that have turned into family. hours spent walking the city.

and then we play this game, this could-we-live-here? game.  people do it.  children are routinely raised in big cities.  i'd have to count on two hands the number of double strollers we saw in tribeca alone.

we aren't those parents.  we don’t make our lives revolve around the fact that we have kids.  maybe it’s living in a state of denial, that we are no longer hip and young and childless.  we still go out.  take the toddler to the coffee shop on weekend mornings and bribe him with a pastry as we wait for our pour overs.  my diaper bag looks like a regular purse and it will never be any other way.  i do not take an ipad to restaurants.  we still eat at the trendy places we used to.  julian has run around and played at breweries.  and so maybe it is these things that make the city seem possible.

that, and the fact that we are clearly not afraid to pick up our lives and move them.  

on our last night in the city, we laid in our big, overfluffed hotel bed.  the americans was on.  and so was the glow of philip's cell phone screen.  i pretended not to notice.  but after two episodes, i had to ask.  so how long are you going to look at apartments in NYC for?  he laughed.  it's just something we do.

so if we could only find $2 million for that perfect three bedroom he spotted in tribeca. 

extra virgin no more [sorry, i had to].

there's this place.  i've walked past it a hundred times.  it's nothing too fancy - eight or so tables outside, perched half a foot above the sidewalk on a dingy little deck.  i don't really know what it is about the place, but every time i walk past it i imagine myself there.  sitting outside, sipping wine, laughing, lost in conversation, lost in my own world yet watching all of the village pass me by. 

there is really nothing so special about this place.  i don't know why it landed a spot on my 30 list, except that i've always wanted to go and have never been.  i just loved the idea of sitting, of being happy, of enjoying my favorite part of new york without a care in the world. 

so for our very last weekend out east [yeah, i know, i am super behind in posting...], we stole away for a happy hour date and to cross something off my list. 

and off we went to extra virgin.

my perfect-for-summer rose
and my perfect-for-life date
the sun was just hot enough, the wine was just cold enough, and we drank and laughed and kissed and daydreamed about what life would be like if we picked up and moved from boston to a spot in the village instead of to denver.  like we always do anytime we go anywhere. 

and it was good.



6 down, 24 to go.

that actually sounds like a lot.

shit.


another new york weekend.

well, it was another weekend away for us.  we've been gone every weekend of october with so much to do and so many family members to see.  there was so much to celebrate this past weekend in new york i could hardly stand it.  everywhere i looked there were blessings to be thankful for, and my heart felt so full.  it was wonderful to be just a short car ride away from celebrating a birthday, an anniversary, and a new baby with my family that used to be a looooong flight away.

my beautiful nanny, oh man is this woman fantastic.
ready for a nice dinner out in the city.  can you spot my ever-growing bump?
me and some fabulous women - my godmother and nanny.
my favorite little girl - princess ella sophia, just 8 days old.
the proud and glowing new momma, my cousin emily, with her beautiful baby.
watching these two guys fawn over princess ella just killed me.  my heart exploded.
we don't have any more trips to new york planned at the moment, except maybe for thanksgiving if  my family doesn't stay in boston.  but next weekend we are away again - off to houston, texas [my first texas trip ever!], to see some old friends.  i can't wait to blog about that trip. 

nyc recommendations:
dinner on friday night at le baratin in the village
lunch on saturday at elephant and castle in the village
dinner on saturday night at the four seasons in midtown
brunch on sunday at french roast downtown