over the weekend we took advantage of a supremely gorgeous sunny saturday afternoon and walked across the brooklyn bridge, along with all two million of the tourists here in new york city, but oh hey! it was actually rather nice. i'm slowly getting over my impatience with crowds. slowly but surely. this is real personal growth here, people.
once we were across the bridge and after we made our usual stops for ice cream at the brooklyn ice cream factory and a ride or two around jane's carousel, we decided to wander around DUMBO for a bit, to see what all it was about.
DUMBO stands for Down Under The Manhattan Bridge Overpass, and it's basically the sliver of neighborhood under the manhattan bridge between brooklyn heights and downtown brooklyn. it's just a handful of streets, it's probably the smallest neighborhood in all of new york city that has its own silly acronym name (maybe TriBeCa comes a close second). when DUMBO first started "gentrifying" (really it was a rather quick metamorphosis from a bunch of old warehouses and jehovas witness watchtower buildings into the loft residences and trendy cafés you have there now), we were living in brooklyn heights just a few blocks up. we used to always scoff at how silly "DUMBO" sounded and "but there are no trains up there!" and "oh, that'll never take off..." and then there you have it. we're a bunch of idiots, and the previously sketchy brooklyn waterfront has now become the perfect little getaway for young families and bridal parties needing a good backdrop for their wedding photos. ;) shows what we know!
anyway. and now for the photo portion of this blog post:
△△△ i couldn't pass up taking this photo of my twin boys and their twin green drinks. however. i WOULD like it known, just for the record, that huck is drinking water. and how gross is mountain dew, really. i just can't do it.
△△△ of all the water towers in new york city, this water tower has got to be my favorite. and that's saying something, as i tend to fall in love with every water tower i ever come across. i'm a water tower floozy.
△△△ in one of my grander parenting moments, i taught huck the official ins and outs of flashing the peace sign in situationally appropriate . . . situations(?). i was so proud. i'd been trying to get him to say "you got it, dude!" a la michelle tanner for weeks but apparently he doesn't consider that culturally relevant enough and therefore refuses to cooperate. how rude!
△△△ would you just . . . ugh. what am i supposed to do with that boy! i might have to eat him, he's that cute.
△△△ those are mine! ALL MINE! what a world.
△△△ the other day i was talking to a friend who has twin baby boys. she was telling me, "i don't care if their individual personalities are squashed, i just want them to wear matching smocked bubble suits, okay?" to which i agreed, "i know what you mean! i just want huck to grow up to be the buster to my lucille, is there really something so wrong with that?" and the thing is . . . . yes there is and no i'm only kidding but yeah okay i stand by what i said. anyway. henryboy.
(yes i am kidding! gosh!)
oh! except to say . . . if you're watching season four of arrested development on netflix, it only gets really good in the last two episodes and then you are just left hanging. hanging like a motherboy ball if you know what i mean. but it's WORTH IT. my eternal crush on buster bluth just keeps on getting stronger.
the official holbrooklyn tour, for those in need,
the tourists tour of nyc i posted once a million years ago,
and two random babble posts i forgot to link last week on account of forgetfulness: