Does it Feel Like We're Going in Circles?

Hello out there!  If anyone is still out there.  Sorry I have been missing in action.  Between trips to the city, party planning, Wyatt going to bed at obscene hours, homework, new Mommy and Me classes, traveling to NJ for work, and the rest of life's bumps, I've been having a hard time keeping up blogging.  I promise I will try to be better. 

Wyatt had an audition for the cover of Parenting magazine last week.   He didn't get it but the audition went very well and its always good for him to have new experiences.  Now that he is a little older, I try to make our jaunts into the city a great adventure for him.  Positive reinforcement.  If he goes to the audition then we do something fun like go to the park, out to eat, or to a museum.  He is very easily pleased and I love getting to reconnect with my city a little.  Wandering the streets of Manhattan, even with a stroller, always gets me nostalgic.  There is something about nice weather, the hum of the city, the excitement, that bubbles up happiness in me.

After the audition, Rebecca and I took him to a little pub restaurant where he flirted with the bus boys the entire time.  He was playing peek a boo around the glass partition and laughing his face off.  Then we found this cute, but crowded, playground around 68th and CPW.  Wyatt hijacked some little girls doll stroller and wheeled it all around the playground and then threw it into the sand pit.  I prayed that no one was watching.  He found a ball lying in the middle of Sheeps Meadow and threw it to a round of applause of onlooking mothers.  Of course, once he had an audience, he repeated the act about 12 times.  I never thought I'd get him to leave.  Can you detect a pattern of thievery?

By far, he had the most fun at the carousel.  We sat with him and watched it going around twice before deciding to bring him on it.  I wanted to make sure that he would be comfortable.  I was envisioning Wyatt doing fine until it started moving and then I would have to leap from the ride, mid-turn, with a screaming baby.  Rebecca sat next to him and I was on his other side holding him in place.  He kept on reaching out to pet the horses mane before we started moving.  He sat on that horse, wrapped his little fingers around the poll, and held on for dear life.  He loved it with a mixture of fear.  He would be laughing like crazy and then this look of terror would cross his face only to be replaced by laughing again.  I kept on wondering what part made him scared because it never seemed to be associated with anything.  When I tried to take him off, he lunged back toward the horses.  I gave in and we rode again.  I am going to have to take him on it every time we go to Central Park now.  Of course, I forgot my camera so these pictures were taken on my phone.