Way back when, before Christmas -- oh, I am so hopelessly out of date -- Maxine (aka Grandmama), Rosie and I went to midtown for a fun afternoon seeing the holiday sights. Fifth Avenue is so twinkly - and crowded - that time of year. First stop, straight off the subway: Robert Indiana's pop chestnut, LOVE. This sculpture hasn't budged from that spot for years but Rosie was pretty sure it was an enormous Christmas decoration. I can see why.
The big tree.
Rosie absolutely insisted on having her picture taken here in front of the John Rockefeller Jr. memorial. Why? I think because it was a picture of her looking at the Christmas tree, but I'm not entirely sure.
Me and my girl:
Rosie and her girls...or at least the ones she wishes were her girls:
A few months ago the dreaded American Girl found us: we started receiving catalogues in the mail out of the blue. R quietly plucks them out of the mail stack and takes them to her room to peruse, at which point everything goes silent for a long, long time. The first time, she flipped through it 2 or 3 times, and finally looked up and said, "This is a very instresting (sp intended) book." So far she's never actually asked for a doll, but when we happened upon the American Girl store it was next to impossible to get her away from the windows.
2 comments:
Looks like fun! I remember the day when the American Girl catalog showed up at our house. I remember gasping when my daughter pulled it from the stack of mail. I must have made myself pretty clear on the fact that one of those dolls was never going to be purchased, though, because they drooled, but never asked. ; )
so nice to see your posts running along about the same speed mine are these days. I see you are wearing your coat all panels out--but it's still a pretty unsatisfying look at you ;).
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