Noggin and the Freedom Statue

I’ve taken to calling my boy Noggin, while Justine now calls him Cheeks. I feel a little guilty slandering the helpless chap, but it’s just that these particular features of his are rather difficult to miss at the moment. His head has developed a presence unto itself and those cheeks really do get up and greet you at the door. At least for now, he doesn’t really seem to mind the nicknames anyway.

Spring came to New York last weekend and New Yorkers came out in hordes to embrace the newly arrived warmth and sunshine. We decided to follow suit by taking Olie on a picnic with his aunt & uncle. Instead of the more natural choices of Riverside Park or Central Park, we instead took the subway down to Battery Park and found a shady overlook to the harbor and the Statue of Liberty. We planted Olie on a blanket and circled round as he frolicked away the day until he eventually opted for a nap in his SUV Mountain Buggy stroller. It was a lovely afternoon, one for the record books.

And then three days later a full-on blizzard came to town. So much for Spring. Guess that Easter Florida trip was a good call after all.