An Adventure Was Had

I love my boys. 

I love my days with my boys.

Not too long ago

this boy and I went on an adventure.

Adventures are great.

Adventures are wonderful.
Adventures are memories that last forever.

This adventury day was especially delightful

because it was an adventure had together.

Just the two of us
heading to the big city
with all it's charms
and the best charm of all
his sister and new brother
so greatly missed.

After leaving behind
our car filled with sleeping-over goods

not too far from this boy's sister's homey home,

I pulled out a well-worn piece of paper from my bouquet bag.
Reading these detailed directions

written especially for moi,

by my dear one,

who knows me oh so well.

She knows I am

her silly momma who really

practically hardly ever knows
how to get from this place to that.

This boy and his silly mama 

read each street name. 

We stood at this corner...looked to the right...turned left...

passed streets...then right...

to wait for the bus here:

After reading more signs and landmarks from my listy list,
getting off at the right stop....

walking up stairs...turning left....past a little pastry shop...

we arrived at the steps of the illustrious De Pietro Todd:

 

Being her model on this adventure filled day

getting a fresh hair cut was a long awaited pleasure.

 

A few shared moments with my daughter.

Just being there.

Seeing her face.

Feeling her touch.

Hearing her voice again.

A peek into her artsy talented world

of accomplished instructors 

and kindly fellow stylists.

Sneaking in a little mother-daughterly-ness while chair ensconced.

But, not too much.

Shared moments for brother and sister

while brother spins in his fancy chair

along side this momma and her Dear One catching up.

Alas. Our time, to an end, finally comes.

This boy and his momma's adventure

goes on through Chinatown:

with its many odd sites:

 

attacking birds:

and beauties:

 

We spied a shop for the serious fisherman,

later finding out this is where many hair stylists get their supplies

of pink feathers and such 

for the artful up-do:

We ate some rather ordinary snacks:

Then met up with my Dear One's Love

at Union Square:

Journeying back

we picked up my Dear One

when her long day was done:

Then being the kind of momma that I am

and always will be,

upon arrival to their homey home

put away my camera,

and with my adventured boy's help,

cooked up a tasty dish of lasagna goodness

so my Dear One and her Love

can come home to good food

the remaining days of their week,

for being so far away

I can no longer bring

cookies

and pies

and other such lovelies

whenever this heart desires.

So this will have to do.

For a while.

Till adventures to the city continue

with the next boy

who already can hardly wait

for his sister and newly brother to see.