Saturday in the Park, and the Met too

Bringing the aforementioned purse and stuffed animal everywhere is a liability when we go to the park, since Rosie doesn't want to put them down and so 1) can't climb things very well since she her hands are full and 2) is perpetually fighting off curious kids who understandably want to go through her handbag.

However, when we go out places just the two of us, it comes in handy. She has a fully stocked bag of goodies to entertain herself. On Saturday we took the subway to the Upper West Side and then walked across the park to the Met. On the way there she pulled out her favorite sunglasses and put them on. I didn't think I should take pictures of all the people laughing with her. I swear, it really was with, not at. She got a huge case of the giggles, and kept whipping them off and putting them back on.

(As an aside, these sunglasses made their first appearance long ago at a Memorial Weekend gathering with dear friends on the Oregon Coast. Sometime in the mid-90s. We took pictures of every single person wearing them, and each person looked hilarious in a different way. I never could have imagined they'd somehow be one of the possessions that would kick around for long enough for me to pass them on to the next generation. Anyone out there remember them?)

View at lunch of the boat pond. We sat next to an interesting man who kept calling her piggy stuffed animal a chicken. He said, "What is that, a chicken?" And Rosie said, "It's a piggy." And he said, "What do you call that chicken. Does it have a name?" to which Rosie bluntly replied, "Piggy." And he said, "Oh, Piggy Chicken. I see." Tremendous nod.

Hanging out with Hans Christian Anderson:

And Alice in Wonderland:

Here is the Prickly Man at the Met. Rosie may or may not have been scared of him. It's a fine line between fascination and fear, of course, and she is definitely fasci-fearful of cactuses, porcupines, and anything else that is prickly. We talk about them a LOT. I think he is actually an African power figure? I forgot to write it down.

Big Bambu on the Met's roof:

Looking up at Big Bambu: