In January we did a few fun things with the kids: a trip to the Holiday Train show at the New York Botanical Gardens and our first visit to the Brooklyn Children’s Museum. I’m only going to blog about the first in this post, though. Just because we didn’t do much in March that we photographed, but we did go *back* to the Museum, so I’ll save those pictures for then.
Originally we’d planned to visit the Gardens on a weekend in early January with LG’s stepmother, who’s a member. But Smudgie was running a fever so we had to postpone. And then the mother in law was going out of town which left only a weekday for our trip. Nervously, I decided to load up the car with my two-year-old Smudgie and six-week-old Nu-Nu and visit the show on a Thursday morning.
My expectations were low, which turned out great. A Thursday morning after the Christmas and New Year’s rush was slow and low-key. No big lines or crowds pushing us along. Smudgie was able to spend as much time looking at the trains as possible, which he did!
Here was the very first train we saw (note the delightful lack of people waiting in the doorway). Smudgie ran back and forth shouting “Wanna chase it!” for about ten minutes before he was willing to move on to the next train. He saw fast little trains that looked like insects (ladybug, butterfly) that he loved. He also shouted out, “That’s a Thomas train!” a few times, but wasn’t super into them.
He loved this little train that ran around a twisty track through log cabins and vegetation, though. You can see his gasp of delight as it rounded the corner toward him here. I had to drag the boy away, because twenty minutes in front of the same train grew a little tiresome.
Here were some of the replicas of major NYC landmarks (Rockefeller Center, the Chrysler building) made out of twigs, seeds, pinecones, and other items from the gardens. I thought they were awesome, but the time it took to take this photo is about as much time as Smudgie spent looking at it.
What was Nu-Nu doing during all of this, you asK? Wearing a kickass sweater, for one. Keeping her fists clenched, for another.
And sleeping in the ergo for a third. She slept the whole time. It was fabulous.
When our visit came to an end, Smudgie bid a fond farewell to the trains (“Bye train!”), we dragged him out of the greenhouse, and got lunch at the cafe.
It was a lovely day and we will definitely go back next year. I think the same schedule– 10 am on a Thursday after the holiday rush–is probably the way to go, though.