Stars are just like us?

We sometimes see big and minor celebrities just walking around the city and I have NEVER, ever, asked for an autograph or taken a picture or anything like that. We saw this minor celebrity THREE times in one night! And then, we were on the same subway home just standing next to each-other. It was very weird--so we talked and I took a picture with him.



Nobody on the subway knew who he was or seemed to care.

Big Girl

She had her first graduation (from pre-school). This was last month, by the way. I have no idea where the last month of my life went.


Getting her "diploma."


Showing it to her friends.


So excited about all the "proceedings."


Getting her hair cut at the "Barbara" shop. She loved it. Sat totally still in awe of the whole thing. Aren't all children just little narcissists?

Guest Posting

I am guest-posting at the Conglomerate for two weeks. This is my first post. I promise the next few will be more interesting.

Fulfilling our "Arts" quota for the year

Jared and I went on a "Poetry Walk" on Monday and then Museum Mile on Tuesday (although I didn't actually go into any museums except for the Met--to use their bathroom.)

We went last year too and got to meet Bill Murray. No such luck this year. But the weather was pleasant, the poetry nice, and the dinner was great.











To Brooklyn Bridge, by Hart Crane (an excerpt):

O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.

(some sort of art exhibit in Dumbo)

Then, the museums (or at least the streets in front of them):



Lulu got a piece of chalk and left her scribblings all over the street.



Cyra, on the left, slept through most of the night.





And this is what she drew:



We couldn't get her to keep walking so Jared led her away with the chalk:













These people made their own steel ball and rolled around in it.





What Rebecca called the "happy kid with the balloon sitting on dad's shoulder" picture.

Walking home at 10pm in our new wagon (thanks to the Baldwins for letting us have it).



We met a woman on the sidewalk on the way home who started to cry when she saw the kids facing each other in the wagon and giggling. She's Turkish and has lived in Harlem for over 40 years and raised two daughters here. She said that they just graduated from college and warned me that the time goes way too fast. We bonded on our walk home about Harlem and life and children and remembered how much we love the city and our neighborhood.

The Cutris stopped over on their way to Paris. Cyra was seriously depressed that night. She thought we were going to have them here all summer like last year. She went under my bed covers and cried as they were leaving. Last summer, she had the Cutris and Kian and now all she has is: "the babies."



Cyra helping dad wash the car in Goshen.

Summer

Cyra is talking to her peeps.



Where's Waldo in Central park?









Gerson was in an off-off-Broadway tap/flamenco play and he played Romeo (in Romeo and Juliet). It was great to see him in it. I was curious how he was going to change when he was acting and was pleasantly surprised that he was himself during the entire show. In fact, during one scene when they were supposed to be in the subway, he texted Jared in the audience.