Vacation Recap

Milo Dusts the Backyard, and other greatest hits from last week up on Flickr.

Park Slope Lite: Vacation Edition

So it turns out that if you take a super fancy toddler bike to the North Fork, half the people will stare at you and comment. The other half are all from Park Slope anyway, and they'll ask if you bought the bike at that place on Fifth Avenue across from Lulu's Haircuts. [Yes, we did.]

Greenport, NY is like Park Slope lite. So much so, in fact, that Milo has had more playdates here than he usually has at home. Yesterday we went on the carousel with our neighbors from upstairs, Jack (who is Milo's age almost exactly) and his older brother Sebastian ('Bastian, as Milo calls him). Milo had previously gone on the carousel in Prospect Park with me. He's been into it ("Oh boy! Oh boy!") until it actually started to move, at which point he screamed "ALL DONE!" repeatedly and clung to my neck until the carousel stopped.

But yesterday Sebastian took Milo's hand and said, "Come on Milo, I'll show you how to ride the carousel." Milo obediently followed Sebastien into a sleigh chair, sat down, and happily rode the carousel without so much as a peep. He is a little obsessed with Sebastian, did I mention that? If Sebastian says it's okay, then it's okay.

This morning we hooked up with a playgroup on an organic goat farm. Yes, that is correct. The kids played (organically) and fed (organic) goats and picked (organic) tomatoes. And we learned that Milo is very good at spotting ripened tomatoes on the vine, leading us to believe that maybe he isn't color-blind after all.

On the way back from the organic vegetable-fest/playgroup we stopped to pick raspberries and eat roasted corn. As Milo was having his way with a fresh ear of corn someone came over to me and said, "Hana?"

Turned out to be someone I used to work with eons ago, out on the North Fork with his own toddler, compulsively checking his Blackberry, because as I said, this is Park Slope lite, and we may be out in the country with the organic pygmy goats, but we are not at all far from New York.