It was super fast, but we drove in late Friday night so we could eat bagels for breakfast and take Edie to the American Museum of Natural History on Saturday morning. Life with Edie can be really challenging-lugging strollers up and down subway stairs, lack of sleep, etc, etc--but I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun at that museum. It's not that she was so into everything. She liked looking around, and was really impressed with the whale, but because I was showing her things, my experience was different. I saw things I'd never noticed before, and was unaccountably impressed by the dioramas. Not unaccountable, they're amazing.
She fell asleep as soon as we left the museum, and James and I walked past the subway and down to 52nd, where we shared a Lucky's burger and onion rings. Edie woke up just in time to eat some french fries, and then hopped on the train back to Brooklyn.
We went for the weekend expressly to see the Royal Shakespeare Company's production of 12th Night. I can't say enough about it. It was so funny and so masterful, and though I usually get annoyed with long curtain calls, I could have clapped all night.