Thursday, 12 November 2015

New York Transit Museum

Transportation. It's dominating our lives a lot right now as my eldest son is obsessed with all things transportation. Buses, cars, motorbikes, bikes, trucks, trains, you name it, he's into it. So it seemed like the logical choice to take him to the Transit Museum for his second birthday treat.
Basically, he flipped out. So so very excited. Kicking off with the wheel barrow's of rocks as you first enter. Big hit. And he ran around the space until towards the end of the top level he saw the two life-size busses. One just the front part (you can sit in the drivers seat) the other front and side seating for passengers. Well he basically just bounced from one bus to the other like he was a ball in a pinball machine. Edu and I had to take shift running after him, and taking photos was nye on impossible.
The photos of the vintage train carriages are from the real trains parked downstairs along the track. They were beautiful. We didn't make it downstairs with the kids, Edu and I just took turns to have a sneak peak. We'll be back to the museum for sure though.

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Halloween

Halloween has come and gone, and it was loads of fun. We dressed Oscar up as the Gruffalo, one of his favourite characters over the last year. His little brother was The Little Brown Mouse. I found Oscar's costume via Etsy, and Axel's was a simple addition of tail and ears to a brown suit from H&M. Our festivities kicked off with a trip to Papa's office, where Oscar fast got over his initial shyness and then ran riot and fit the bill looking like a true Barbarian. Advertising agencies are full of toys, right, so he had a ball.
Friday started with a walk around the block in full Halloween attire with Oscar's daycare class. Beyond adorable. Then later at home we got out finger-painting on and decorated a pumpkin.
Saturday morning we were off down the road to Fort Greene Park, where there is lots of Halloween fun for all. Oscar basically just ran around the entire time.
The only time we stopped running was to kick a football, or do some dancing. We ate lunch in the park surrounded by the beautiful trees in fall colours, then headed home for naps.
In the evening we were out again for a final Halloween finale. A fellow parent had told me about Halloween 313: a local Clinton Hill institution. It's a theatre production in front of someone's house that's been running for years. We went along, and it was fabulous. Oscar throughly enjoyed it – perched on Papa's shoulders, clued to the action. We caught the first show which started at 5.30pm, then slowly headed home past all the trick-or-treaters to pop to tired little bunnies in their bed. And that, was Halloween!