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While Kyle was off cooking himself on the Hudson (I like to randomly poke his legs and watch him scream), I was off hitting strangers in the head with Owen’s stroller in Central Park.

I was really excited to show Owen the sights. He’s at a very impressionable age … very observant and all that. I’m really proud of how he’s using this pre-speech period to just sit back and soak in all kinds of knowledge and culture.

Like here, at Strawberry Fields in honor of John Lennon:

You know, deep introspection can really wear out a 5-month-old emotionally.

Things picked up a bit when we visited Alice and her friends. Just call us Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Yum. I’m pretty sure Owen’s trying to plan out how to most efficiently dive-bomb his face into the mushroom so that he can maximize his ingestion of urban bacteria. This is how he spent most of his trip — critiquing the bacteria of the Northeast.  How fun is that? (Edit: This has actually incited me with a paralyzing anxiety that I don’t think will dissipate until 7 days from today.)

It’s immediately after this photo that I grabbed Owen’s stroller (The MacLaren is one of my favorite baby purchases thus far.), confidently swung it over my shoulder and into the face of a woman dressed in black-and-white polka dots. “Haha, still trying to figure out how to navigate the city with a baby in tow!”

We needed a little break, so we sat ourselves down and relaxed.

Then we strolled some more, but it was mealtime. Which means … I nursed Owen in the park!

This would be “How Fun Is That?” moment No. 2.

Then we enjoyed some post-mid-afternoon-meal saxophone. Owen’s so chill.

FAO Schwartz bags then beckoned me out of the park onto Fifth Avenue. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t buy my child something from FAO Schwartz, the kingdom of toys?

He looked more enthused after he picked out his new bib and book.

Filed under: Owen, Travels