So all that sappy stuff aside - you've got to check out the ride Dad scored for my first journey home.
His options..? Risk my three-day-old life and chance a ride with an infamous NYC cabby? Arrange for a car service to hitch a relatively safer ride with a guy who, "used to be a cabby, but decided to class it up a notch" (actual quote), or, hire a limo to roll down 5th Ave in style?
Shoot, Daddy's gotta pay for me now ... he thought long and hard about going el cheapo and just hailing a cab - but thankfully - decided it'd be a wee bit safer going with the guy whose name you could at least spell without using 14 consonants.
Dad noted that car seats are actually not that phenomenally safe... It's a rather simple installation that strikes him as being something that places the seat dangerously close to unstable. The instruction manual broke down to roughly:
1) Run the belt between these two holes in a base frame?
x-Check.
2) Pat yourself on the back - you're finished - nevermind that you'd feel safer trying to cross a rickety old bridge stretched between a canyon than to strap your kid into this seat.
Thankfully, the law dictates that all children be brought home in a seat . Great in theory, but there's no way that these things could withstand a side impact. Thanks Greco!
Once in the car - Luis asks if we're ready, and slowly pulls away from Lenox Hill.
Got some new digs on - including this cap - which I think i'm about to give up on ... caps are for premies ... I'm over 'em. Anyway, the ride starts an we rollin'. I'm alseep in 2.2 seconds. Dad reaches for the dashboard.
"So we he hangs a left on the 2-1 and Lewis,
Some brothas shootin dice so I said let's do this..."
Mom quickly changes the radio station ... Warren G need not be a part of my first ride home.
Instead, we get... Tracy Chapman... "... I LoVe that song!" (Dad rolls his eyes)
The ride is smooth as we slowly inched down midday 5th ave traffic... Everything is peaceful and reassuring, that is, until we reached Bryant Park, and the famous New York Public Library. (famous - in Dad's mind - only from it's starring role in the original Ghostbusters movie.)
The last few weeks, midday traffic has been treated to the snarle that is the filming of the new Sex and the City Movie. (Short synopsis: "John" and Carrie are engaged, and all kinds of empowered inuendo ensues - concluding in a wacky wedding not without it's own drama ... Charlotte announces she's pregnant as the curtain falls.)
Anyway, I saw Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis filming a scene... big deal ... like the travel caps before, Sex and The City is for premies.
Got home safe and sound, and was delivered warmly to my crib.
Home sweet home.
His options..? Risk my three-day-old life and chance a ride with an infamous NYC cabby? Arrange for a car service to hitch a relatively safer ride with a guy who, "used to be a cabby, but decided to class it up a notch" (actual quote), or, hire a limo to roll down 5th Ave in style?
Shoot, Daddy's gotta pay for me now ... he thought long and hard about going el cheapo and just hailing a cab - but thankfully - decided it'd be a wee bit safer going with the guy whose name you could at least spell without using 14 consonants.
Dad noted that car seats are actually not that phenomenally safe... It's a rather simple installation that strikes him as being something that places the seat dangerously close to unstable. The instruction manual broke down to roughly:
1) Run the belt between these two holes in a base frame?
x-Check.
2) Pat yourself on the back - you're finished - nevermind that you'd feel safer trying to cross a rickety old bridge stretched between a canyon than to strap your kid into this seat.
Thankfully, the law dictates that all children be brought home in a seat . Great in theory, but there's no way that these things could withstand a side impact. Thanks Greco!
Once in the car - Luis asks if we're ready, and slowly pulls away from Lenox Hill.
Got some new digs on - including this cap - which I think i'm about to give up on ... caps are for premies ... I'm over 'em. Anyway, the ride starts an we rollin'. I'm alseep in 2.2 seconds. Dad reaches for the dashboard.
"So we he hangs a left on the 2-1 and Lewis,
Some brothas shootin dice so I said let's do this..."
Mom quickly changes the radio station ... Warren G need not be a part of my first ride home.
Instead, we get... Tracy Chapman... "... I LoVe that song!" (Dad rolls his eyes)
The ride is smooth as we slowly inched down midday 5th ave traffic... Everything is peaceful and reassuring, that is, until we reached Bryant Park, and the famous New York Public Library. (famous - in Dad's mind - only from it's starring role in the original Ghostbusters movie.)
The last few weeks, midday traffic has been treated to the snarle that is the filming of the new Sex and the City Movie. (Short synopsis: "John" and Carrie are engaged, and all kinds of empowered inuendo ensues - concluding in a wacky wedding not without it's own drama ... Charlotte announces she's pregnant as the curtain falls.)
Anyway, I saw Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis filming a scene... big deal ... like the travel caps before, Sex and The City is for premies.
Got home safe and sound, and was delivered warmly to my crib.
Home sweet home.
With Mom - All Safe And Secure
213 Will Regulate
Tracy Chapman Bores Me Too
Rif-raff Rushing Around The Set
Home - Safe And Sound
Look At All My Hair!
Cuddling With Mommy(Note to grandparents - yes - the car seat is most definitely installed correctly and she is safe and sound)
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