Roosevelt and Madagascar

This morning I packaged up the kiddies in their winter coats and trekked over to Roosevelt Island. Brendan was afraid of falling off the bridge today for reasons unknown (to me at least.) After a fall and hurt knee I agreed to carry him across. Oooph, he’s heavy. This with a camera slung over one shoulder and a backpack on the other. We said a fleeting hello to the ducks as we scurried across the bridge, the wind was fiercely cold.
Instead of heading straight for the plaza we took a short sortie to check out one of the other paths. There was a 3 foot section of a tree that had fallen and was sitting up so you could check out the rings. A little sign explained the basics of counting the rings and pointed out the brass nails in this particular log that were spaced at 5-year intervals to help in the counting. This specimen dated to about 70 years ago if my nail-counting skills are up to snuff. Fiona was very impressed when I explained that this was older than her grandparents, then even more awed when I mentioned that her two great-grandfathers were older than this huge log.
Brendan was less impressed with the log but did enjoy the huge fallen leaves from some of the trees.
We ambled over to the plaza where we engaged in the usual running around (the kids) and strolling aimlessly (me.) I think I grabbed a few good photos and hope to have them up tonight maybe.
After a trip to the opticians to straighten F’s glasses and a quick lunch at the bagel shop we needed something 1) less cold and 2) more restful for our next adventure of the day. So we directed The Castle (ie, the minivan) toward the theater and got tickets for Madagascar 2. All three of us enjoyed the movie, though I think a couple scary shark moments might be replayed in 3 year-old nightmares tonight.

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