Last weekend was a blur of grandparent comings and goings, then a trip up to remote Rickett's Glen State Park. We hiked despite decidedly not awesome conditions. Carter was a champ and when all was said and done we were eating sandwiches in the parking lot deciding which of the 21 waterfalls was our favorite.

The week was a blur at work and at home, as they tend to be. By the time Friday rolled around all we really wanted to do was head to First Friday in Bethlehem. There we scouted Hello Burrito (new burrito places are risky, yo) and the South Side scene.

Saturday we left right after work to get to the Big Apple. We walked the High Line and saw a preying mantis and Prof. Rowen from Webb. Mom checked out the Occupy Wall Street protests while we found some lunch. We met at Strand, then went to Eataly, and wrapped up the visit with an Italian picnic with moonlight streaming onto the Flatiron building.

This morning was a tough one: Carter's first day at day care, aka The Academy. Dropping a smiling, kicking, bright-eyed youngster into the arms of strangers and leaving him crying (now with tears!) was not a good start to what should otherwise be a fine week.