Just learned how to wink.
This little banjo was her V-day gift, she calls it a guitare.
Baby wearing
We went to the Transit Museum last week with Nate, who gave Camille this peluche to bring along.
It's a great museum, in a re-purposed subway station near downtown Brooklyn. At the lowest level of the station, where one would have normally caught the train, there are a bunch of parked subway cars, all actual trains from the last hundred years. It was such accessible, tactual history. Camille loved running through the trains, I loved imagining what the passengers who sat on those same seats were like.
The rat seemed to feel right at home.
I normally do NOT let her do this on the subway, I promise.
They also had buses that the kids could get in and drive.
After leaving the museum we walked around under the Brooklyn Bridge by the water, where there was still some snow.
Then we got pizza. Museum trolling always makes me hungry, I guess Camille too - she polished off that giant slice by herself.
This is at our playground, where people bring their used baby/kid toys to share. Of course Camille wouldn't have been caught dead in a bouncer seat like this as an infant.
We had another late snowstorm, just when we thought Spring was here. It was pretty to look at, if unwelcome.
We're lucky to live just a couple of blocks from Brooklyn's Central Library. It's been a winter refuge for us.
