breakfast at tiffany's!

the blue box cafe opened inside of the flagship tiffany store on 5th avenue not too long ago. it's by reservation only, and said reservations are hard to get. i tried everyday for weeks- they sell out in seconds. i finally snagged a 3:15pm slot a month ago (tips to getting a reservation that worked for me: make sure you're logged in and your cc info is saved and ready to GO; pick your time [i chose a later, random, slot hoping that would help]; the second the clock hits 9:00am EST, checkout immediately! no thinking- just do it!). 

i was so excited to have a date, just me & elle. i told her we had a date, but didn't tell her what we were doing- i left the specifics a surprise until we rounded the corner on 5th avenue & saw the tiffany store...
we walked around the store while we waited for our reservation time. made boomerangs. looked at $400 baby combs, paperweights, & this art made of screws...
i loved that we could each choose between breakfast, lunch, or tea. we both chose breakfast 1) because, well, carbs; 2) i wanted to say we had "breakfast at tiffany's;" 3) elle was sold at "nutella." our waitress brought elle an extra serving of nutella. or three;) 

elle picked their most adventurous herbal tea, i got orange juice like a toddler, and we both ate every bite, including the flowers. which we assumed were edible.
seeing how small the cafe was, it made a little more sense why reservations were so hard to land, and it led me to assume it'll expand beyond that little 4th floor corner one day. 

it was amazing. ambiance, food, service... all of it. such a wonderful little experience! we were the only people around who spoke english- i loved seeing all the cultures come together for a tiffany experience. in line in the bathroom a lady turned around and said, "well, you two must be new yorkers. you just look different than the rest of us." i never know what that means:) aaaanyway, breakfast at tiffany's was a total highlight of my year. huge check off the bucket list. and a 100% recommendation to others.


saturday morning in the flower district...

i met up with a few girlfriends early saturday morning to walk around the flower district. 

we happened upon the stray cat that mike talks about (he walks 28th on his way to/from work each day). 

i seriously questioned why it's so hard to order a beautiful bouquet of flowers when there are so many incredible varieties just there- how roses, carnations, daisies, and babies breath end up as the sole stars in most grocery-store-coolers blows my mind. WHYYYYYYY? there were racks of tulips flown in fresh from holland earlier in the morning. and orchids from vietnam. and these massive seymour-like bulbs from south africa. they were incredible! and the best... look at these buckets of peonies!!!
we went to sullivan street bakery after for breakfast sandwiches. i don't even like breakfast sandwiches. i'm more of a dessert-pasty-for-breakfast girl (croissant, muffin, palmier, cookie... you know, nothing savory), but since everyone else ordered a sandwich, i gave in to peer pressure.
best decision i've made in a long time. 
the avocado sandwich was nearly indescribable. the second everyone took their first bite, there was an audible gasp made amongst the group. i KNOW bread, but this bread was like nothing i've ever had! they sell out of this particular baguette (??) early in the morning, but save loaves to make these sandwiches (this was all hear-say so don't quote me); the texture was more like a toasted croissant- it was crispy, and the crust shattered in your mouth when you bit down. the eggs & cheese were fluffy and oozed of buttery goodness. it was amazing!!

all this and we were home by 10am.


a perfect saturday in lower manhattan...

some thoughts as we sat in a park in soho:

this little corner of the internet is such a special place for me. i know blogs are things of the past in so many ways- few people "blog" anymore, but this space is my journal and my album and my way to document my family. and it's my place to speak. for me. i love to write, and i love to try and detail what our life is like here, now. it's DEFINITELY not perfect in any way, but i want to remember these days of magic. they happen. and i'm so grateful. see, this started as me & mike. it's grown to include our, now, family of 5 for over 10 years. what!? (i had no idea it'd been 10 years until i just did a little looksy.) almost 800 posts, consistently documented. it's progressed and changed and adapted to becoming a place where i can keep most of the photos i take of our family, and it has become one of the most cherished places i refer to OFTEN to see life's progression.

so these thoughts ran in my mind as i sat in this particular park. a park we've been to a dozen times. a park i remember visiting (here) last summer - i remember harvey then. a tiny baby harvey!!! 

saturday was a really special day. it sounds silly, but it was. it's the best word for it; 73 degrees, sunny, breezy, and perfect. i had a freelance tv shoot at 7am near times square, but i found out when i arrived that the client cancelled last-minute. as i ventured home, the streets were quiet, and the air was calm. it was warm. early. we did some laundry (load 6 in 24 hours), and headed back out for what turned out to be the beginning of an 11-hour-in-the-sun day. it reminded me so much of our old cram-session-weekend-trips to nyc (before we lived here). we walked and walked and walked. ate and ate and ate. we went to our favorite parks and eateries. we walked the same streets we've walked for years now, and a bunch of new ones too. 

i wish i could explain how the air felt.
it was ELECTRIC. 

something about nyc on those random warm days- it was going to get cold again (the next day it dropped 35 degrees, the one after, it rained like i haven't seen in ages). new yorkers function so much in a hurried, stick-your-face-in-the-cold-like-it-or-not fashion, because you have to. when the weather blows (no pun intended), you deal with it. i never used an umbrella in my life until i moved here. and i've gone through, like 15 this year alone. so, functioning happens. like it or not. 

after such a long, bruuuutal winter, that these days are legitimate heaven on earth. MILLIONS of people flock outdoors. happily! they are so happy!!! it's like young, sappy love. the butterflies you get when you're a newbie to love. like, you know your heart will be broken again, but for now, you're totally going to ignore what wisdom tells you, and just be smitten cause, well, this right here is a bad boy love. and that's kind of hot.
another photo shoot in soho led us to start our day there. mike & the kids found a playground, then we all met up to in chinatown for hand-pulled noodles and dumplings. 

then we walked to taiyaki for unicorn ice cream cones. i got 2. then went back in and got another one. then walk in and got a 4th. i had a moment when i realized we'd spent over $30 on ice cream and had one of those, 'what is my life becoming?' moments. but it was good, so i didn't really care. but, i mean, that's just crazy. it was good though;)
we walked through little italy, up mulberry street, and then ran into la esquina, which happens to be on the cutest street corner, in what i assume used to be the corner deli. i also heard there's a secret enterance with an almost-impossible-to-get-reservations-at restaurant below ground.

a couple pork tacos later, and the best vegetarian taco i've ever eaten, and i'm already ready to go back. 

the exploring continued.
harvey chased pigeons. there was one particular pigeon who taunted him by walking under the fence where harvey couldn't reach. it went back and forth in and out of that fence as harvey went back and forth following then stopping. his knees were black. his skin is always red from scooting everywhere. i can only imagine what summer will look like.

we of course grabbed slices at joe's pizza, and had more playground time in the west village. we also stopped for my favorite doughnuts (i like to say donuts, but in this case, i'll use the "gh" out of principle) from the doughnut project. we ordered 4. ate them all. their flavors are the best. especially the lemon & sea salt!!! 

we eventually made it home, then i went back out for a run in central park. i've never seen anything like the park that evening. just people. in massive, massive groupings. covering all the green space and the sidewalk space and even the still-brown space. it was remarkable. it went fast, and just like the rest of those good days, is all a distant little memory, aside from these pictures of our day...
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