
If you're going to get caught in a passing shower, it might as well be on a bike in Central Park. Or, more precisely, huddled under the hot dog guy's canopy and then on a bike.
Like always, NY was da bomb.
Max couldn't get enough of the rock climbing, Eme ran into a friend in Time Square {of all the..!}, Billy Webb had hunger pains and me, I got to see a mini ballet and indulge in room service.
It was a birthday/Mother's Day for the ages.


























Would you believe in all our family trips to NYC, my kids have yet to see a Broadway show.
Next time, it's tops on my list!