[m i a o w] the cat

Weather is gorgeous. We all awoke somewhat fried, as Small Z spent the hours between 2am and 4.30am awake and ready to party. We then went back to sleep for a few hours and then M took her over the road to the park, and what a park it is!

By 10am it was populated dads taking the kids out on Saturday morning, and a bit later all the yummy new york mummies with their gym toned bods and bouncy hair. I sat there with mum while m played energetically with Small Z. I was keen for someone to come up and chat to me so I could say that M was my manny – employed at great expense for his exuberance and ongoing similarity to the former Yellow Wiggle.

Small Z took a tumble off some play equipment and now looks like we beat her up. She is battered, but fine. The park is her joy – there are slides, climbing equipment, swings, a big communal sandpit with buckets and spades and a fountain that came on as the day warmed up for kids to splash around in. Excellent.

We were determined for Small Z to have her normal day to try and overcome the jetlag, so our morning comprised of the park, and a walk along the Hudson. She then slept for a few hours, and SB and went out to this amazing deli around the corner. Zabars.

The cheese section had me on my knees. I got a wedge of D’Affinois for less than five dollars. We got some bagels, bread, a cherry danish, some dip, lettucey stuff…but the best bit was all the tastings! It was like Queen Victoria Market squashed into a smaller space. It was heavenly…

We made some bagels, packed the danish and some wine and walked to Central Park, where we ate our way through it all. It seemed like half of New York was out walking in the park – there are SO many babies in SO many designer prams!Saw ducks, turtles in a pond, and took Small Z to another killer playground.

By then we were all exhausto, so we headed back to the apartment via another dip into Zabars. An early night for us all. SB headed back to his alterno-dwelling and probably partied on into the night. I feel the jetlag is on the way out… Tomorrow, we fleamarket and hit the Bronx.