six in the city

Or seven, if you count That Baby. But Tuesday and Wednesday were two estrogen-filled days, and Garrett was wildly outnumbered. (I'll tell you what, he's been a real trooper these last few days, which makes it easier to forgive him the major meltdown he had on the subway yesterday evening.)

Yesterday morning we met up with my Aunt Colleen, cousin-in-law Leisa, and cousin Emily at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They'd taken the train down from Massachusetts to see some sights in the city. With them we took a whirlwind tour of the Met, visited Horace Greeley, perused the City Quilter, and walked through a SoHo Anthropologie.

In the Arms and Armor section of the Met


In Greeley Square with Horace

At the end of the day the whole weary lot of us slumber partied in Brooklyn. I didn't think we could fit five sleeping bodies in our living room, but I was proved wrong. (Whether or not they were truly comfortable is another issue entirely.) This morning we stopped for a breakfast of bagels in the neighborhood before trekking up to Times Square.

Garrett, Lindsay, Emily, Leisa, Katie, and Chelsea in Times Square


With the dinosaur in the giant, fantastically-amazing Times Square Toys R Us store


Chelsea and Emily cranking out chocolate at the Hershey store

We had to say goodbye to Colleen, Leisa, and Emily at Times Square as they had a lunch appointment at the 5th Avenue American Girl Place. We browsed around Times Square a little longer, then headed over to Rockefeller Center, where the highlight was The Office section of the NBC store.

With Dwight Shrute

Katie and Chelsea head home tomorrow, full of memories, stories, and stronger calf muscles. I know I've had a blast having them here, and I get the feeling from them that they feel likewise.