on a whim, we headed to NYC with mr. clint for one of his site visits in china town. when the boys woke up, we unleashed our spontaneous plan, threw snacks and the camera in a bag, and headed out on a family adventure. it's exactly what our germ ridden status needed: change.
after taking a wrong turn and ending up in a most beautiful part of new york city (mansions with lush green yards and large blooming cherry trees everywhere...seriously? could this be new york??)
we descended upon canal street and china town.
just enough time to walk and eat and walk some more. there wasn't any whining (miracle?) or complaining...just adventure. wonder. delight. when we headed home we maneuvered through the hustle and bustle. just a block or two away, we weren't in china anymore. there was a hustle and bustle, but the style changed. the feel. sleek. modern. broadway.
so we are home. exhausted. delighted.
me, editing photos with a glass of red wine. clint playing softball with the guys. and the boys...oh the boys. they practically put themselves to bed. in fact, they begged to get in bed. it was adorably cute. we talked for a while of new york. they wondered why there is so much trash on the streets. they remembered the pigeon we chased on the sidewalk. they tucked their new york city cars into bed and dreamt of high rises and china town. dumplings and real chinese noodles. and sister. we always talk and dream of sister.