A New York City Mylostone down the hatch! We celebrated the birthdays at Carmine’s in Times Square Friday night and I think my son Mylo enjoyed himself more in the middle of Times Square than he did at the restaurant. Lights it seem, are more fascinating than eggplant parmasean the size of Texas!
No, seriously, the boy loves just about ANYTHING that lights up. Our Blackberries, his baby mobile, and now the busiest neighborhood in Manhattan. While his dad carried him around, he stared dead ahead with his eyes affixed to the blinking billboard monstrosities and his mouth was agape with wonder. It’s anyone’s guess how I was even able to get his attention long enough to snap this photo!
Times Square is nothing. Wait until he see Vegas!
Times Square: A baby mobile on steroids.