Carl and Kaye are visiting the Big Apple for the weekend. We spent today exploring the area around Central Park, starting with lunch at P. J. Clarke’s and ending with a sailboat rental at the Conservatory. A beautiful fall day in the City.
It’s “Dad’s Weekend,” with Kristine spending a well-deserved two days away from Fry Lodge with her friends. Henry, Ruby and I fell asleep watching movies last night. I woke up this morning with popcorn stuck to my cheek and the kids sleeping horizontally, pushing me to the edge of the bed. They keep reminding me that the only rule on Dad’s weekend is that there are no rules. With that in mind, we headed to Central Park for some soccer, followed by ice cream bars. Ruby later told me they were the bars that mom doesn’t let them have. It’s Dad’s Weekend.
Today was Ruby’s turn to start her NYC Catholic education. This may be an indication of Ruby’s approach to kindergarten (if not life): She walked, no rushed, into the classroom – right past all the other kids who were desperately clinging to their parents in the hallway and did not look back. The Fry kids have arrived at Our Lady of Pompeii. Not since Vatican 2 has the Catholic Church been faced with such a challenge. Watch out, Sister Veronica.
The 3-block walk to school was pretty quiet. The three of us were all obviously lost in thoughts about this milestone: Henry’s first day of school in New York City. And then we were there – at the front door of school. There was a crowd of parents, kids walking in, and Sister Veronica welcoming everybody to a new school year. No matter how much we had discussed this moment, I don’t think Henry, Kristine nor I were prepared for the fact that only one of us would walk through that door. Henry put on his bravest face, walked up the steps, and didn’t look back. Kristine and I sat in the coffee shop across the street for the next 30 minutes – a little shell shocked and sad, wondering how he was doing. At 3:00 I called Kristine to see how pick up went. Henry got on the phone and sounded very happy – particularly about the fact that he was given no homework. Phew. With that behind us, we now prepare for Ruby’s first day of kindergarten tomorrow.
The Fry Family Quartet went to a Yankees game tonight (Kristine’s, Henry’s and Ruby’s first). The kids actually paid pretty close attention to the game, despite a lackluster Yankee performance, at least through the first seven innings. Past our bedtimes, we left at the seventh inning stretch, when the Yankees were down 4-1. Then, on the car ride home, we listened to them rally, ultimately beating the White Sox 6-4. Bonus: Ruby made it onto the big screen during the 5th inning. She compared it to looking at herself in a giant mirror. Go Yankees.