Into the City

Image from here.



Yesterday morning Buby woke up, put on a t-shirt and tie and tiptoed out of his room careful not to wake the little sister. I packed his commuter bag full of goodness and skipped down two flights of stairs at 7am to see him off.


These trips into the city, to Daddy's office, are going to be something Buby remembers always. He looks so forward to them. This time My Sweets kept the invite hush hush until the night before since it was dependent on his meeting schedule, and also so as not to make Bleu jealous. Lately she has been getting sad/mad whenever her big brother ventures off without her. {She will def have her chance to go, but she needs to be able to last a whole day without a major fussdown, and we aren't there yet.}


Anyway. I imagine Buby went to bed Wednesday night with visions of Le Carrousel twirling around in his head. You can look down on this landmark from Tom's office, and it's a must-do every trip. From what I hear the boys worked side by side for many hours, ate lunch in Bryant Park, rode the carousel, read two books at the New York Public Library, ducked into a toy store quick to empty Tom's wallet, and hurried to the world famous {in Buby's eyes} milkshake place on the way to the train. Alas, they were one minute too late and the shop closed. Bummer.


When they arrived home shortly before 9pm I ran down to the kitchen for kisses and reactions. First thing Buby said to me was that his thorn was missing Bleu. How sweet, considering that her thorn was missing him.


Watching my Bub there at the counter stool way past bedtime going on and on about his adventures... he looked older. He sounded older. I'm so glad that My Sweets has the type of job where he can make this happen every few months. Though... I have a feeling it wouldn't matter where he worked or what he did, he would find a way to bring Buby into his world. That's just the father he is.