In no particular order:
1. Ziyan running on the treadmill and Zayd and Zahra's choreographed yoga dance. (Videos coming in a future post, I intend.)
2. NYE night in with Sonia just minutes after she arrived from Iceland.
3. Date night with our favorite Alt Mahncke couple and Ethiopian a Good. (Though the tea at Yemen Cafe is almost tied.) Thanks Auntie Sonia!
4. Seeing the Big Kids do silks at a circus school to ring in the New Year and the memory that Ali and I trekked out in fifteen degree weather to get cash for Rosemary Chocolate Chip Gluten Free cookies that, surprise!, we're terrible but oh so Brooklyn.
5. Watching my kids play and delight in the six inch snow. (Big kids mostly, six inches his Ziyan at the knees and inside his snowboots.)
6. Ziyan driving MTA buses at museum exhibits all over the city. Saying "choo choo" incessantly every time we left the hotel or even while on the subway.
7. Brooklyn Pizza Crew and watching Zayd have such a blast with his friends.
8. Taking a break from the truly terrible weather to swim in a very heated pool.
9. The Museum of the Moving Image. Jim Henson! I love you! My kids playing arcade games? Also priceless.
10. Hamilton. Major thoughts included: anybody can do anything (the making of America, casting a black man as George Washington, so many things here actually), I should do something, the creation of America defies reason so anything is possible, choosing courtesy over principle is cowardly or at least ineffective.
11. What a trooper my kids were, especially Zayd who said "I can travel anywhere" as he carried his and Zahra's backpack through the SAT airport at midnight after a travel day that was harrowing.
Things I'd rather forget:
1. Ziyan's illness that required an emergency inhaler prescription two days in. And many puffs each day. He grounded us for a bit there and I never took the kids to Manhattan (this trip).
2. The weather. Oh the weather was abominable. And, goodness, I'll hopefully soon forget how long it takes to bundle three children up just to torture them with frigid weather.
3. That feeling when they cancel your rebooked flight (because...also cancelled!) on a Wednesday and say there should be something available Monday but they can't be sure. And your phone is telling you the Bomb Cyclone is coming at 6am and it's going to be the coldest it's ever been (or so) and you are going to be stuck in it for darn near half a week. But then the relief when you discover Target is .4 miles away and opens at seven am, I welcome. I love love love solving problems especially when they require tenacity, such as braving a Bomb Cyclone without snow boots. Ha ha ha.
We now own four new pairs of snowboots that each child will have outgrown by next winter. I suggested a ski vacation but Sam still has to recover from our 2 hour taxi ride to Long Island, 2 hour airport wait, hour-long delay, 2 hour flight to Baltimore, hour-long delay, 3.5 hour flight to San Antonio and then the truly arithmetic puzzle of transporting two sleepng children, a stroller, four backpacks, a duffle bag filled with newly-purchased antiques and snow boots, Zahra's personal suitcase, plus two more to a taxi and to our door before he'll even consider leaving Texas. And I think he might not leave Texas for snow for quite some timetime.
And since we're doing lists, tomorrow I need:
1. Brewed iced tea (what is wrong with EVERYWHERE else?)
2. Breakfast tacos
3. To frolic around in a cardigan and boots made for their adorableness vice weather proof capabilities.
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