My Kid had a field trip to the American Museum of Natural History. Robotics Team checking out the Global Warming special exhibit. Kid back to school with her team, I walk down Central Park West. Grandstands being erected for Thanksgiving Day Parade. Cold grey rainy birthday again–no wonder I went crazy producing outdoor parties for my July baby. Checking out the Billy Rose collection at the library of performing arts in Lincoln Center. Rush to Brooklyn Heights school for kid pickup. A train to F train up to Rockefeller Center where The Husband now works. Wandering around like tourists as is our want. Times Square Marriott 8th floor lobby for a drink. Ruby Foo’s for dinner after the theatre rush has gone. Home to Brooklyn on the subway. A path of least resistance.
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Playing Second Fiddle in Toronto
Finally I have a chance to come down to the lobby of the hotel and post a blog entry. This trip has been about The Husband and his presentation and his continued ability to work remotely while at a conference and also about My Kid who is on vacation, a glorified field trip or whatever. The Husband’s computer worked in the room but mine did not. My kid and I have been sleeping late, then she would watch cartoons and I would read the Globe and Mail that was delivered to our door each morning, until neither of us could stand it anymore, then we would dress quickly and leave for our day as tourists.
The first night we were here we met at the pool another “convention widow”. She was traveling with a 7-year-old, a 2-year-old and an American au-pair who had only been with the family for a month. We ran into them again the next day and joined them on an expedition to Little India, where the girls bought matching outfits and the au pair bought beautiful Sari fabric.
The next day the girls wore their matching outfits when we met to go together on a boat tour of the harbour and to the amusement park on Centre Island. My Kid was particularly excited by the old fashioned car on a track she got to drive–not just steering but pressing the accelerator pedal as well–very grown up!) But, at the end of the outing all of the kids melted down, we rushed back to the hotel in separate cabs and we haven’t seen them since.
My kid swam late, we went out to dinner late, and then slept late the next day and I didn’t find the other mothers phone number until around noon. By then we had decided that we would go to the Royal Ontario Museum. (My kid was not impressed. She prefers the American Museum of Natural History in New York and was more impressed with the child-friendly exhibits and activities at the Natural History Museum in London —-tough crowd My Kid—-) At the end of the visit, the souvenir she chose was a plastic box of 12 birthstones in their natural unprocessed state.
We have enjoyed the pool every day, partially outside, the pool is heated. But, I still get cold, and a little annoyed, standing in the water (not swimming laps and getting fit) watching, cheering, and being splashed in the face by every single spectacular jump into the water performed by My Kid.
We did have fun with her learning to stand on my shoulders just like we learned at clown college (although when I went, I was the tiny thing that got to stand on the shoulders of a big sweaty muscly guy…) I think that is the favorite thing to do in the pool. But, I wanted to spend more time in the hot tub than she did, (duh) and she wouldn’t believe me when I said she could swim without me.
Well, I’d better stop now as I know The Husband and My Kid are in the pool together and if I don’t join them we will never have a proper meal or make our way to another tourist destination today. Not that we must, but I do feel somewhat obligated to do so.
My plans to look up members of the Toronto Clown Community, and try to catch a show, have come to naught. I haven’t even done anything regarding the New York Clown Theatre Festival next month. This week isn’t about me. I’m just the mommy.