She loves the grit and humidity, the insufferable heat and street
theater, and of course the energy, no matter how sticky and sweaty or unbearable
it gets. And then there’s the ebullient, complicated hand moves she’s noticed
here and there while doing what she does best in the world- looking all around.
People seem to swat the air in New
York as they converse, which is always, or at least
often, and frequently quite loudly. And even though she’s not on solids yet,
she’s managed to glean something about the food. The sight of all those big round
bagels, the smell of the sidewalk trucks, the jingle of Mr. Softee!!! Pizza,
pizza, more pizza!!!! Talk overheard about something called “pastrami” which
sounds intensely exotic. These and more await, somewhere up the line, teeth or no
teeth. She will not be denied.
And now she’s goin’ back- she cannot believe her incredible
luck!
At the moment NooNoo is busy packing for the return trip to
the Apple and practicing the word Nootchie, her New York name, giggling at the sound of it now that she is old enough to
laugh properly. What should I bring?
She’s decided to leave her winter snuggly at home but definitely will be
including bloomers and sleeveless tops, perhaps some sneakers for later on-
okay, much later on- that perhaps she
can leave there for eventually toddling around those mean city streets, when
she learns to toddle that is.
Let’s skip the socks
for now, especially since I’m not even crawling yet, much less walking, and it
can get damned hot over there- bare feet will give me lots of opportunity to
exercise some of my new yells, yelps and howls, which go so well with exposed
toes anyway. I definitely should take the tutu for one of those inevitable formal
Gotham evenings. Maybe I’ll even pick up a
small headband there and an “I love NY” a t-shirt. I wonder if they’ll take me
to the theater, or come up with some flimsy excuse instead about how I am “not
old enough.” Balderdash! If they
don’t take me to the high line this time I will keep them up all night for
sure- who can bear to hear a baby cry so pitifully without scooping her up and
promising to move mountains??? Is this really too much to ask? Such
thoughts continue to fill NooNoo’s head as she ponders what else she can throw
into the baby bag. In the end though all she can manage to say to her parents
(and anyone else who will listen) about the upcoming adventure is ooh, uh, eeee, ga! Da! Eowww!!!!
Gosh, I wish I had some
more real out loud words already, because I just know this trip will be so
awesome, swag, cool. . . .
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