When I lived in New York, the only mode of travel that I could afford - and completely enjoy with all my senses - was the subway. During morning or evening rush hour, as I made my way from the Upper East Side to South Ferry, I rarely found a seat, but would have to stand. My commute usually took about 45 minutes, so I would read a book or the newspaper. It takes practice to develop the skills necessary to move with the pitch and roll of the train while holding on to and reading the paper. As a means to prepare for the Cheese for this possibility later in her life, I've started her on a light regimen of subway practice. I thought she did pretty good for her first time.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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She is just getting way too big. She looks like she's on the verge of walking. Too cute! We miss you guys!
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