Meg and I try to leave the house at least once a day and go for a walk. This particular day we walked down near the Financial District (TriBeCa?) to a park that was absolutely mobbed with kids and their designer strollers and there were also a ton of nannies. I felt like I wanted to tell people that Meg was actually my daughter but then decided that would be a bit weird, even by New York standards.
Washington Market Park treescape. It was actually pretty lush there. There were signs everywhere saying "blankets kill grass" and "no strollers on grass." I guess they know their user group.
Meg teething and watching the crush of kids at the park.
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