Any given friday

Our journey begins on the way to the knitting store, officially known as Brooklyn General Store, a little house on the prarie-esque dry goods store filled with yarn, fabric, notions, gee gaws, homemade, handmade stuff, and women I love, especially on Friday mornings when it is time for the knitting breakfast. I've been coming since it's inauguration 4 years ago around this time, just after Eva was born. Declan played under the big table when the store was still across the street in my former midwife's ground floor, and now Eva has played here every Friday since her birth.

Today we started out by scooter, with little Mo Mo in her stroller.
On the way we stopped at Mazzola's Bakery for a mini muffin. Miss E. broke with tradition for the second straight time in history, choosing an orange blossom muffin instead of a chocolate one. Wednesday it was a corn muffin! These are but two of the many many portents we've been receiving lately heralding her transformation from shy, thumb-sucking, ear-twiddling, trying-nothing-new, hiding-behind-my-skirts-girl into mistress of her universe, branching out and busting out in all directions. Before the day was out not one but two friends of mine would exclaim in delight "Eva TALKED to me!"

And then we were at the store, which was hopping.

Here a little trade was made--a little round plastic button that's the key to the functioning of the Avent breastpump, in exchange for a used push-toy--that would turn this into a very special day for the little red-headed baby seen there in the middle of the floor. You'll see why later.

After lunch and various naps, and a teensy bit of real knitting time for me, it was time to pick up the big guy. We hooked up with Jane and Kate and their mother, my friend Anne, in the school yard, and went to Mother Cabrini Park, a quiet little gem of a place at the secret end of a street in a far corner of Brooklyn.

This is what happened next:

 

 

Back and forth, up and down. 

While her sister and brother kissed her and played in the Indian summer weather and the golden falling leaves.

 

 

 

 

 

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[kaitlyn]

Eva talked to me too! And I am so happy to see tat Mo Mo loves that thing. i hope its warm outside so I can bring Cassie to the playground with it when it's her turn :)