Breakfast in the backseat

One thing that’s pretty hard to come by in a city like New York is a parking spot. And after driving around and around and AROUND and finally finding that beautiful spot, why would you ever actually use the car again because the anxiety of coming back from your errand and having to re-park the car just overwhelms you. In a perfect world, you would just leave your car in the same spot for eternity. However, leaving it in that beautiful spot isn’t an option anyway because of the ultra convenient alternate-side parking rules.

In a city where a parking spot is not exactly a dime a dozen, entire blocks have to be emptied of cars on one side of the street for an hour and a half twice a week (in my hood) so that the most idiotic-looking vehicle can spew some disgusting liquid all over the streets and passersby in the most sorry effort to “clean” the streets. If you don’t move your car, the street sweeper just angrily goes around your car, but of course then the meter maids come through and ticket you, boot you or even have you towed! This hellish situation at times can lead to some interesting scenes because people will do just about anything to avoid having to drive around and around and AROUND at 8am looking for a parking spot. As the amazing short film “Don’t Even Think About Parking Here” demonstrates, many people avoid this by double parking on the other side of the street and waiting 1.5 hours for the street sweeper to come through and the no parking window to end. You can find these people all over the city sitting in their car doing a crossword puzzle, talking on the phone, reading the newspaper or even studying for finals. I have come up with a different solution.

As a stay-at-home-mom, I’m the one tasked with “moving the car,” as it is called. You may have gathered that this is much easier said than done. Now add a baby into the equation, and voilà! you end up with the ridiculous scenario that Pookie and I experienced today.

I had to move the Zaydemobil (as our friend has so accurately named our 1998 champagne- colored Chrysler hand-me-down from RR’s grandparents) at 8am this morning. How can the street sweeper be so rude as to require me to move the car exactly when Pookie should be sitting down to have his breakfast?! Don’t they know that Buddhababy has to eat?! Anyway, in an attempt to avoid the “Alternate side parking dance.” I decided we would kill some time at Whole Foods. We would park in their (wait, what?) PARKING GARAGE, make some purchases (I mean, come on, we always need something from Whole Foods) in order to get validated parking, re-park the car in roughly the same spot, and have breakfast in the car as we wait for the no parking window to end.

In my opinion, this was just the most absurd way to spend our morning. I must say, however, that as annoying as it all was, Pookie didn’t seem to mind. He enjoyed getting into the shopping cart at Whole Foods and “accidentally” smashing a banana (which I left in some corner of the store – oops!). As for breakfast in the car, he really didn’t seem bothered by that either.

All in all though, it would be nice to not have to deal with this. If we lived in New Orleans or some other small city, as you know I’m pushing for, we would have a driveway or even a garage, and it would be lovely to never have to concern ourselves with the alternate side parking ordeal. We could spend all of our mornings having breakfast in the highchair. Just sayin’.

Read another fun parking story here.

 

Two more days…

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In two days, we will be in New Orleans! Pookie seems like he’s ready, hanging out in his bath seat in the suitcase! Where else?

Pookie has already been to New Orleans 3 times: when he was 2 months old, when he was 3 months old and when he was 4 months old. We hadn’t intended on him traveling quite so young and quite so much, but with my dad entering the hospital on November 7th, 2017, we decided to spend Thanksgiving there as well as Christmas. Then in January, when it had become clear that my dad was likely never getting out of the hospital, we went back to stay for a while. We didn’t expect my dad to die the day after we got there, but that’s what happened. More about that elsewhere.

Basically, even though Pookie was so young, the second and third times he was in New Orleans, he looked around and seemed to remember and like my Dad’s house, which is where we stay every time we go to New Orleans. He looked around as if to say, “Damn, it’s so nice and spacious.” I swear that’s what he was thinking. So, I’m very curious to see how he reacts when we arrive in New Orleans on Saturday.

Pookie and I will be in New Orleans until just before New Years, and Papa will go back to Brooklyn between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Three and a half weeks without Papa will be tough, but I’m excited to be in NOLA for that long. Pookie’s grandmother and great-grandparents absolutely can’t wait to see him.

A New Sing-Along

 

Pookie and I tried a new sing-along today, and overall, it was a great experience. It was at Flying Squirrel, this great Greenpoint kids store with new and used clothes and toys. We’ve been to several sing-alongs by now, and I think this one by Teacher Eric has been the best so far. Pookie has been overwhelmed by sing-alongs in the past, whether the space was too small and too crowded or the program was too fast-paced. Teacher Eric speaks slowly, doesn’t rush from song to song and actually introduces each song before he sings it. He sings songs like “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “You Are My Sunshine”, as well as some of his own compositions. The babies were captivated! And while Pookie usually faceplants into my lap during frenetic sing-alongs, at this one, he was relaxed and making friends. Then all hell broke loose when he saw Teacher Eric’s phone, had to have it, wasn’t allowed to have it and started flipping out.