I would like to say that everyday of my life is exciting…and most of the time I think it is, but that’s not to say that any one else would think so.
Like most parents every where, I have routines brought on by the lives of our children and what makes them happy. I thought I would give you a glimpse of these routines.
I just took on the role of taking the 4-year-old to school. PreK to be exact. Half day (or rather half morning) PreK. He was starting to cry when his dad would drop him off and leave, not sure why, so I took on the task (which by the way is HUGE because I am NOT a AM person AT ALL). This of course means taking the 3-year-old along for the walk to and from school, about 9 blocks each way from our apartment. Because this is, of course, New York City. School buses? Uh, no. Subways and/or a few blocks walk is how most of us do it here.
This is a glimpse of our walk back home and the things that have become must do’s in our morning routine:
A stop at the local market to say Good Morning to the crabs. This visit takes about 15 minutes…I often shop for things I don’t really need in this small, and expensive, little market. But the people love him and look forward to his visit every morning.
They are putting up the finishing touches on this new Tapas restaurant not too far from my home. My son loves to stop and say hi to the workers and watch them, especially if they are working with the bigger tools that make a lot of noise. They once made the mistake of asking him if he wanted to work with them. He said yes and started making his way to them. It took a lot to convince him he wouldn’t be working today.
Stop by and say hello to our favorite corner vendor of fruits and veggies. My little one greets him even when we don’t stop to pick up a treat, and he is always giving my kids free grapes, or bananas, or apples. We often stop to buy a fruit for our breakfast.
The corner bakery is not a daily stop (thank God), but a regular. We like to get the fresh-baked breads they have there. They bake them every morning, and constantly. It smells like my days in Santo Domingo visiting the local bread maker at 7:30am to pick up bread straight out of the oven.
With all these stops, here and there, saying hello and getting treats, we get home with just enough time to eat breakfast before heading out again to pick up the 4 year old.
Not too exciting, huh? Funny thing is, I love just watching my little one walk down the streets with a sense of confidence, knowing what corner to turn, where to stop. The smile on his face when he sees the people in his neighborhood. And we actually do have a fun time. This is life growing up in New York City and he is embracing all of it.
I would LOVE if you shared your routine in your neck of the woods with us!