First Things First

Whilst I'm on hold with the cable company (stupid internet is being slow), there is time to catch up with the blogging. There is more to come on Thanksgiving (if you want a sneak-peak look here).

In two weeks time we're all off to the Old Country so Bluet can meet most of the rest of her family for the first time, and be schooled in the British Christmas traditions. However, her British Grandfather (please let me know what you really want to be called, probably not that, I think) is off to New Zealand for the next 3 months, and before he went he stopped by for a 3 day visit, in order to meet Bluet before she gets really big. 3 days is not long, but both Bluet and her grandfather like to do lots of things, so here is our weekend.........

There were some issues on the subway ride. So when he finally arrived it was too late on Friday night to see Bluet.

However, we were able to capture their first encounter Saturday AM. Where they each appeared to make a good first impression:

We then went for a Saturday morning breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien in Central Park. 

Back home (see hair pictures from last week)

Then an afternoon trip to some bookshops sans Bluet and Emily, where we found some old AA Milne books, amongst other things. I hope Bluet enjoys them as much as me (and my Dad before me) did.

A quiet evening falling asleep in front of 'The West Wing' followed.

Then Sunday morning came early. Me and my Dad were left In Charge and everything went well. In all honesty I cannot remember what we did in the morning, but it was something fun, no doubt. Later on, we all headed into Park Slope to have some food and beers with old family friends, Charles and Diane, (not pictured) in Brooklyn. It got dark and Bluet and Emily went home, whilst the rest of us enjoyed a pleasant evening, with Grandfather/Dad/Andrew admitting he actually rather liked New York.

Later, hell froze over.

At the Park Slope Ale House in the dark

On Monday, we went on the train downtown to buy Bluet a thing for her Christmas (no spoilers) and then we stopped for lunch at a very trendy downtown cafe on Union Square. Whilst the food seemed good at the time, the fish soup gave me and my Dad 'issues'. As Anthony Bourdain said, never eat fish in a restaurant on a Monday. A lesson learned, as they say.

Trendy restaurant Ahoy. NB Don't eat the fish soup on Mondays.

Waiting for the train back up town

Waiting for the train is very tiring/boring

Eventually, we arrive at MoMA and look at some art.

Bluet is more impressed by her Grandfather's jumper

Although eating the fish soup at the lunch venue was a Bad Idea, it was also the first time and place where Bluet tried to drink out of a cup like an adult. Although she didn't know exactly what to do with her tongue (of course, she wanted to stick it out, which is unhelpful in these situations), she enjoyed it and was happy to practice further when we got home.

Coming soon, thanksgiving pictures (and an explanation of Thanksgiving for the Brits reading this).