I’ve always been really good at finding fun stuff to do. Especially in the summer time. NYC is filled with so many activities, all you have to do is a little bit of homework. When the weather starts to drop it gets a little harder, but that doesn’t deter me for long. Now that I have kiddies in my life (my niece and nephew) I get to search for family things to do— because no one wants a grown woman without kids showing up to family stuff, that’s just weird.
Randall’s Island was hosting a Harvest Festival and I didn’t hesitate to tell my siblings about it. The kids would have the chance to play, listen to live music and just roam around (not inside a house)
I signed up Harlie right away to play with the chickens, and she didn’t seem scared, but she didn’t seem to interested to be touching them either. Amaury was a different story, he just looked so confused as to what this creature was next to him, pecking at the pumpkins on the floor.
The kids are getting bigger, and I find it fascinating how these little humans have their own little personalities. Watching them grow and learn is a such a blessing. I’m truly a lucky aunt.
