yarn bombers

i would love to be a millionaire. and travel and do yoga everyday.

but if i can't have that option then i will take this option, pictured right here. when we were in WI we were constantly amazed at all the old people, real old timers, hiking the hills and the lakefront, and chilling out on the bench watching the water when it was about 14 degrees outside.

we tried to take that attitude to new york.

i don't have it inborn in me. but my little man, axel, he does. he is a trooper and he doesn't feel pain or cold or hunger. well hunger, he kinda does feel that. he sat down on his ankles and inhaled the little bag of trail mix that i bought for our walk. our "walk".

really a crazy adventure hike. we didn't think it would rain! we got out of the subway and it was starting to pour. i told axel we had to go to the bookstore or do something else. he started full out bawling crying in disappointment. he wanted the high line. so we said OK. we took him there and he led us up and down the trails for like 4 hours. i told him i had ENOUGH. mom is too tired and cold and wet and hungry!

he didn't want to go but i said, son, be proud of yourself, you accomplished a really big day.