Monday, July 23, 2007: It rained all day, but we still walked all over Uptown and Midtown with our Milburn Hotel umbrellas or took the subways, on which the kids are now experts. After a room-service brunch, we went to the Museum of Modern Art, where C-Whiz sputtered over the very abstract pieces (the white canvas pictured above especially got him goin
g). Moriah commented on a few, "Gosh! Elizabeth could paint this!" So we hustled them upstairs to the more familiar art, Van Gogh and Monet and Magritte, and they loved that. Tara would have been proud of Noah, who vigorously defended all the abstract art. Hannah's knowledge of art shone through as well.
We then went to Grand Central Terminal to eat (Noah ate a "Seinfeld"-style black-and-white cookie) and gawk. Came back to the hotel in the early evening rain. The girls watched TV and movies, Aunt Pam read the New York Times and the boys zipped down to Greenwich Village to go to a gourmet peanut butter store they'd read about.
Pam and the girls went out for a late-night walk up and down Broadway to H&H Bagels and Lincoln Center, where the fountain was glowing in the lights and beautiful 100-foot-tall videos of dancers in slow motion were playing in the dark. Very cool.
We often invoked Grannie, whose 83rd birthday Monday would have been, by remarking that various things were either "huuuuuuuge!" or "bee-yoo-tee-full," as she would have.
Monday, July 23, 2007: It rained all day, but we still walked all over Uptown and Midtown with our Milburn Hotel umbrellas or took the subways, on which the kids are now experts. After a room-service brunch, we went to the Museum of Modern Art, where C-Whiz sputtered over the very abstract pieces (the white canvas pictured above especially got him goin
g). Moriah commented on a few, "Gosh! Elizabeth could paint this!" So we hustled them upstairs to the more familiar art, Van Gogh and Monet and Magritte, and they loved that. Tara would have been proud of Noah, who vigorously defended all the abstract art. Hannah's knowledge of art shone through as well.
We then went to Grand Central Terminal to eat (Noah ate a "Seinfeld"-style black-and-white cookie) and gawk. Came back to the hotel in the early evening rain. The girls watched TV and movies, Aunt Pam read the New York Times and the boys zipped down to Greenwich Village to go to a gourmet peanut butter store they'd read about.
Pam and the girls went out for a late-night walk up and down Broadway to H&H Bagels and Lincoln Center, where the fountain was glowing in the lights and beautiful 100-foot-tall videos of dancers in slow motion were playing in the dark. Very cool.
We often invoked Grannie, whose 83rd birthday Monday would have been, by remarking that various things were either "huuuuuuuge!" or "bee-yoo-tee-full," as she would have.
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