Fork and Bottle

For 3 of the last 4 weekends, (or 4 of the 5, we lose track) we have visited the local eatery 'Fork and Bottle' for brunch. We like it because the food is good, it is child friendly and opens at 10am for Sunday Brunch.

Visit 1: For my Birthday, with Mike & Leila and their kids, followed by a walk in the nearby wilderness area. Note kids in the water. This will become important later


Visit 2, with Maria and Andrew; the kids returned to the water, but this time both fell in, and then Ilona sliced her toe open on some unknown sharp item under water. Lacking plasters, we bound it with a torn up nappy of Wilder's and I carried her back to the bus. She recovered quickly



Just before the kids fell in and Ilona cut her foot (she was carrying that big stick at the time).




Visit 3, one week later, we took our neighbours and introduced them to Fork & Bottle. No more injuries were sustained


Visit 4, this Sunday. Again with Mike & Leila (& their kids), where it was hot.

A belated post

The eagle eyed amongst you may have noticed that in order to catch up on the blogposts, I skipped a weekend. That was the weekend when Emily's sister Abatha came to visit New York, which was a lot of fun - let me see how much I can remember......

So we went to Chelsea Market for Brunch on Saturday. Bluet became fascinated with this door because the step clicked every time she walked over it. Which was many many times.

Then Bluet got to run up and down the Market. It is a covered one with lots of slopes and steps leading off down corridors to run down. Also, a very fascinating illuminated floor.

Sadly I didn't manage to get many photos of Bluet hanging out with her Aunt. I am pretty sure that Bluet enjoyed their time together, especially when she got to see photos of her cousin Lila on the iPhone (pictured below). You can read the story from the other side, and see a few more photos here. I think there was also an exciting baseball victory in there somewhere, although I don't think we are talking about baseball anymore this year.

Once Abatha was on the plane home we went to the Met, and Bluet climbed stairs then lay on the floor.