On our way to the airport right now. 2 Suburbans, 2 drivers, 3 kids, 2 adults, 10 suitcases, 3 backpacks and 1 computer bag-oh, and 1 canvas bag filled with milk boxes for Mia, 2 booster seats and 1 car seat. Mia is on a luggage tag phone saying “hello, hello, hi,” Evie is whining because Masan is singing and wants to finish her song. Dan says he needs another shower since we did the luggage parade with the suitcases we had at the Air BnB (story to come about the horrid upstairs neighbors who weren’t happy their downstairs neighbor was renting out their place and was terribly rude, even stepping on Andree’s box of cupcakes) down Court and Butler to the Smith Street apartment followed by Dan lugging 6 suitcases down the Smith Street stairs to the waiting SUV’s. 

Masan cried buckets saying goodbye to her teacher on Wednesday, as well as her BFFs after a sleep over, epic craft party and movie night play date yesterday. Our amazing pals really know how to make us feel loved! The evening even ended, as all good blow out shindigs do, with a bit of drama: Masan’s fall down a tree house ladder, and bloody eyelid and trip to pediatric urgent care for 5 stitches for our friend. (Poor Cece! We love you!!! Glad you’ll be fine!) 

Mia started screaming just now since she hasn’t napped again today, and we are listening to Vered’s CD-the first one-the only thing to calm my baby. She just pooped.

Out the window there’s no traffic and is it my imagination or does Queens look really green, lush and peaceful right now? Oh and there’s a great view of the Freedom Tower. Love you, NYC!

Dan just pointed out that there’s thick, black smoke at the airport in the distance. Apparently it’s fire safety training day at JFK.