Pittsburgh in January

The Benedum Center in Pittsburgh where Les Mis played.  Beautiful right?

The Benedum Center in Pittsburgh where Les Mis played. Beautiful right?

Oooooops…I published this post yesterday by accident…unfinished!  Gulp.  Let me try again—
So what do you do in Pittsburgh for 2 weeks in the middle of January? Honestly I thought we were doomed. It would be cold and gray and industrial and dreary. I knew the whole Heinz ketchup situation started in Pittsburgh, but I wasn’t in the mood for any more John Kerry factoids in my life. When I bemoaned this fact over dinner one night in Philadelphia, my very brilliant and optimistic Uncle said to me, “Don’t be fooled. All the culture of Pennsylvania is not contained in Philadelphia.”

He said it in a way that sounded like a challenge. It made me feel sort of competitive, sort of sporting, I swiftly became determined to seek out all the culture I could find in Pittsburgh that did not involve ketchup. The results did more than just keep our seasonal affects disorder at bay, it actually moved Pittsburgh up to the top of the list of places I think we should visit again.

Watch the REAL trains go by outside your hotel room window.

We watched REAL, live trains go by outside our hotel room window.

Learn about electricity at the Pittsburgh Children's Museum

 At the Children’s Museum of Pittsburgh we learned about electricity…

Go to a bouncy house with Briana---Pittsburgh Children's Museum

… & bouncy housed with Briana.

We visited the first famous Pittsburgh Andy Museum---Warhol

One of Pittsburgh’s famous Andys is Warhol…

We chased helium balloons at the Andy Warhol museum

…& it can only be in his museum that you can go into a room with nothing but mylar balloons.

The Aviary got us up close to Bald Eagles...

The Aviary got us up close to Bald Eagles…

...penguins...

…penguins…

photo by Ron Reznick

& an adorable Kookaburra (photo by Ron Reznick)

While I didn’t get a shot of him…I did get a recording of his fantastic call— cuckamp3

Pittsburgh's other famous Andy is Carnegie

Pittsburgh’s other famous Andy is Carnegie.  At his museum we met R2D2—Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi…

Play GIANT Operation---Carnegie Science Center

…& played GIANT Operation…

but the best thing there was the miniature model of the city...

but the best thing there was a miniature model of the city…

...and its electric train...

…and its electric train…THOMAS!

Michael took so many great shots...

Michael took so many great shots…

I have to share them all...

I have to share them all…

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Frank Lloyd Wright’s house—Fallingwater

every 15 minutes it would become night night and the city would light up

Every 15 minutes it would become night and the miniature city would light up

IMG_8664Our next stop was Kalamazoo

For the Record

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The fantastic blogger Azita over at Fig & Quince, reminded me about the documentary film on the Barnes titled, The Art of the Steal.  My hairdresser that day in Philly told me I should watch it as well and it completely slipped my mind.  We watched it last night (it streams on Netflix) and according to this film, what actually went down over there at the Barnes makes me feel like my post about his art was a bit glib.  Well, I mean, obviously it was glib, but the seriousness and seediness of the saga is fascinating and paints an oily film over Philly and politics and organized philanthropy in general.

But…it’s also difficult to take sides or make any sort of judgement since the story is really a tale as old as time.  It’s about greed, money, resentment, envy and ultimately power; a Greek and Shakespearean Tragedy steeped in irony.  Just ultimately…human.  Watch the film when you can.  In the meantime, the story from my hairdresser is reprinted below—with corrections in bold.

This man named Dr. Barnes had a tough life, grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in Philly, etcetera.  He made his fortune by inventing acetaminophen? Maybe?  Something like that a drug to treat gonorrhea.  In the era of Gertrude Stein, at the height of French ImpressionismImpressionism, Post Impressionism & Modern, he had a lot of money from selling his company and decided to collect art…a lot of art…30 billion dollars worth of art…maybe less.  I can’t remember.  He sequestered it away in a museum he built specifically around the collection, just outside of Philadelphia.  In fact, the building was SO specific it was actually built around a painting, I believe by Manet Matisse. However, Barnes decided he would only make this collection accessible to childrenstudents who attended a specific schoolthe art school he made out of the collection, it was not to be viewed by the public.  And MOST importantly he did not want the art to fall into the hands of the Philadelphia art world…he didn’t want a commercial value placed on it.

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Dr. Barnes—karenfriedland.wordpress.com

“Why?” Michael interrupted.

I guess he thought they were all a lot of uppity so and so’s.  Oh…and there was also something about Annenberg.  They got into an argument one night. I think Barnes continually told Annenberg he shouldn’t be so snooty because everyone knew his grandfather father made all of his money in the mafia.  Apparently This was common knowledge, Annenberg Sr. had been in jail for tax evasion, but Annenberg, I guess, had the same sense of humor as maybe someone like…Tom Cruise.  Right?  You know what I mean, right?  No sense of humor…especially about anything related to his own shortcomings.  So Annenberg & Barnes never spoke again, and tried to take each other down in various ways whenever they had the opportunity.

“Soooo…”

Oo Oo Oo!  Wait!  So when Barnes died at age 78 in a car crash…he had no heirs and a will that stated 2 things:

The first was that this art is for this nice school was to be continued to be used for the school.  And it was for about 40 years after Dr. Barnes died.  A teacher ran the institution exactly as Barnes wished until she died.  Then it went to Lincoln University, a very small university with a primarily African American student body.  The Philly Art Museum and Penn were dissed, purposefully.  You just have the watch the film to see what happened next.  It’s a great big hubris filled messfest, mostly involving this guy…

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 But of course, over time,  the school couldn’t afford to take care of the art, so Eventually the state of Pennsylvania Philadelphia said, ‘Hey!  Lincoln University, how would you like 50 million dollars (a fortune to a school that size)?  We’ll give you the money if you give us the art.’  Uh-huh.  This is how the will was broken so the public was able to view the art.
The second stipulation of the will was that the art must NEVER, EVER, EVER be moved into the city of Philadelphia.

“But wait, I thought the Barnes Museum was in Philladelphia?”

It is!  Dr. Messite attended the opening of the new space in Philly just last year.  And guess who’s primarily responsible for breaking the will and funding the move?  The Annenberg Foundation, even!  (…along with the Pew Charitable Trust and the Mayor of Philly.)

So, my hairdresser is boycotting the museum.

How I Knew Things Before Google

I promise you I will not continually post 3 times a week.  I just need to get caught up.   Philly was AGES ago!!

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“I just got some serious scoop from the hairdresser I saw,” I said to Michael as I came back into the hotel room.

“Ok…?”

“Well, I just mentioned to him, I wanted to visit a few museums while we were here in Philly and he raised one eyebrow at me…and then sort of asked me out of the side of his mouth (I tried to recreate the effect as I explained)…if I planned to go to the Barnes Museum.  He made me so nervous I just said no.”

“Why?  Isn’t that the one Dr. Messite told us we had to visit?”

Dr. Messite is our hilarious and elegantly old school dentist.  We love him so much, he attended our wedding.  He also has a voice similar to Snagglepuss from the old Hanna-Barbera cartoons, but don’t tell him I said so.

Elizabeth you must go to the Barnes Museum when you’re in Philadelphia.  Marilyn and I drove down for the opening and it’s just magnificent, splendiferous even.

“So what’s the story?” Michael asked, bringing me back into the room.

“Well, bear in mind I have obviously not fact checked or google searched any of this, plus I don’t think I can recall all of it accurately so, this is strictly salon gossip,”  I paused, “you know I just heard your eyes roll even though I didn’t see them.”

“What’s the story?”

“Ok, this is pretty much what the hair dresser told me…

This man named Barnes had a tough life, grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, etcetera.  He made his fortune by inventing acetaminophen? Maybe?  Something like that.  In the era of Gertrude Stein, at the height of French Impressionism he had a lot of money and decided to collect art…a lot of art…30 billion dollars worth of art…maybe less.  I can’t remember.  He sequestered it away in a museum he built specifically around the collection, just outside of Philadelphia.  In fact, the building was SO specific it was actually built around a painting, I believe by Manet.  However, Barnes decided he would only make this collection accessible to children who attended a specific school, it was not to be viewed by the public.  And MOST importantly he did not want the art to fall into the hands of the Philadelphia art world…

“Why?” Michael interrupted.

nytimes.com  A Picasso from his blue period...

nytimes.com–A Picasso from his blue period…

I guess he thought they were all a lot of uppity so and so’s.  Oh…and there was also something about Annenberg.  They got into an argument one night. I think Barnes told Annenberg he shouldn’t be so snooty because everyone knew his grandfather made all of his money in the mafia.  Apparently this was common knowledge, but Annenberg, I guess, had the same sense of humor as maybe someone like…Tom Cruise.  Right?  You know what I mean, right?  No sense of humor…especially about anything related to his own shortcomings.  So Annenberg & Barnes never spoke again.

“Soooo…”

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wikipedia.org–van Gogh’s Postman

Oo Oo Oo!  Wait!  So when Barnes died…he had no heirs and a will that stated 2 things:

The first was that this art is for this nice school.  But of course, over time,  the school couldn’t afford to take care of the art, so the state of Pennsylvania said, ‘Hey!  We’ll give you the money if you give us the art.’  Uh-huh.  This is how the will was broken so the public was able to view the art.

The second stipulation of the will was that the art must NEVER, EVER, EVER be moved into the city of Philadelphia.

“But wait, I thought the Barnes Museum was in Philladelphia?”

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It is!  Dr. Messite attended the opening of the new space in Philly just last year.  And guess who’s primarily responsible for breaking the will and funding the move?  The Annenberg Foundation, even!  So, my hairdresser is boycotting the museum.

“Are we?”

No WAY!  I booked tickets on my walk back to the hotel.

For more in-depth (correct) information on the Barnes click here.

While I’m very sorry Mr. Barnes’ final wishes were not honored, I am very glad I was able to view so many fabulous paintings displayed so meaningfully.  It was an unforgettable experience however it came to be.

Photographs were strictly prohibited inside the museum.  For a lovely slide show from the NYTimes click here.

Our next stop was Pittsburgh.

An Empire State of Mind

I had big bloggy plans for Christmas in New York.  I wanted photos of the famous Bergdorf Goodman holiday windows, the Rockefeller skaters under the Christmas tree, and the giant snowflake that hangs over 5th Ave.

What happened instead was this…

a Bergdorf window

…a single, poorly lit Bergdorf window…

The tree

…and the tree…

…both haphazardly shot with my iPhone.  My talented husband was only in the city for a few days so I had to fend for myself in all things photographic.  Meow, meow.

SOOOOOOOOOO…I had to do what every modern woman of the blogosphere does and politely steal showcase other people’s photojournalism.

And what I’ve found, continues to amaze me.  As technology advances and people’s desire to document and share their world grows, beautiful photos are in abundance.  In 2009, I looked for a photo of one of the holiday windows on the internet and there were none to be found, not a one.  My only option to see it again was to buy a $500 coffee table book of Bergdorf holiday windows gone by.  Four years later, I now have the luxury to curate which photos from the internet I enjoy the most.

So cuddle up and grab a fancy cocktail with a pretty name like a Blue Blazer or an Old Etonian and let’s take a break from the doldrums of winter with a little stroll down 5th Ave together.

starting on the Paris theatre side...photoframd.com

starting on the Paris theatre side…photoframd.com

this is a sequined cape, ps.blog.bergdorfgoodman.com

this is a sequined cape, ps. not sure why no one got me one for Christmas
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turning the corner onto 5th Ave.blog.bergdorfgoodman.com

turning the corner onto 5th Ave.
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look closely, each square is it's own miniature window blog.bergdorfgoodman.com

look closely, each square is its own miniature window
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recognize this one? yes, it’s what the first photo in this post should look like.
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look closely again, this is a bird's eye view of mannequins essentially glued to the wall.blog.bergdorfgoodman.com

look closely again, this is a bird’s eye view of mannequins essentially attached to the wall.
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here's a portion of the above window with a little depth.justin bishop vanityfair.com

here’s a portion of the above window with a little depth.
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turning the corner onto 57th Streetblog.bergdorfgoodman.com

turning the corner onto 57th Street
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and the final curtain...what you can't really see from this photo is the detail of the beautiful necklace draping down the mannequin's back...and the fact that she's canoodling with Santa!blog.bergdorfgoodman.com

and the final curtain…what you can’t really see from this photo is the detail of the beautiful necklace draped down the mannequin’s back…and the fact that she’s canoodling with Santa!
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We are officially on the road now with Les Miserables through August of 2013 and while we are thrilled for Michael’s career, excited to be together and can’t wait for the adventure that lies ahead, Michael snapped a few somber photos of the Upper West Side as a little tribute to the past.  These 2 shots are of 73rd (looking west)…

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and 74th off of Columbus (looking east)…

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These 2 streets look almost exactly the same as they looked 20 years ago.  The shots of these same streets from Broadway show an UWS that has been completely transformed in the last 10 years.  And that’s good…life marches forward…but there’s something so romantic about these untouched brownstones…

Our next stop was Philly.

 

 

Welcome to the White House

IMG_7163Traveling back in time again…this time to December 2012…we flew from Kansas City to Washington DC via an airplane with a fox on the wing, which we all really dug.

But I will not lie, our time in DC was not as well spent as it could have been. Things were busy and pressured and then of course, the awful news out of Connecticut…

But there is so much to ingest in DC, historically & culturally, I thought I’d take you even further back in time to our 2011 visit…where Michael officially began to Dream the Dream.

MUSEUMS:

(Mind you, what you see below is FAR from a comprehensive list)

They are all free (with the exception of a few like the Spy Museum and the Newseum).  This makes it easy to walk in, spend an hour, walk out, go back the next day.

The Smithsonian Museum of Natural History-Dinosaurs and diamonds make a perfect combination.

The Hope Diamond:si.edu

The Hope Diamond:si.edu

National Museum of American History-Our Nation’s preserved history runs the gamut from the Civil War to Dorothy’s slippers.

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americanhistory.si.edu

The National Gallery of Art-Just beautiful.  We went in 2011 when G was just 18 months.  We wandered back again one somber afternoon in 2012 to find it filled with flowers for the holidays.

The National Gallery was filled with flowers for the holiday season.

So much to see.  Degas...

So much to see. Degas…

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…and this Picasso from his blue period, are just 2 of my favorites.

MONUMENTS & MEMORIALS:

Let’s see—we have the Lincoln Memorial

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…The Jefferson Memorial

photo by ehpien on Flickr

photo by ehpien on Flickr

…The World War II Memorial

photo by Joost Verbeek

photo by Joost Verbeek

…the Washington Monument.

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GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS:

The Capital…outside…

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…and in…

inside the dome

inside the dome

The Library of Congress

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Mini Bourne 2011

…and Watergate, as seen here in the background.  We like to call these 2 shots—The Bourne Identity-Escape From Watergate—where G plays a young Matt Damon.

And then, of course, we have the White House.  You can view it from the front…you can view it from the back…and if you look closely you can find this little button on a gate that does not work any longer, but says Welcome.

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The front…2012

The back...decorated for Christmas.

The back…decorated for Christmas.

The Button

The Button

For the full 2011 DC posts, click the links below.

Washington DC 2011 Part 1

Washington DC 2011 Part 2

Next stop was NYC.

I Do Dis

IMG_2134Come back in time with me for a moment won’t you??

All the way back to November 2012…eeeeeek.  Ages ago.

Just before we left Chicago to head to Kansas City for a week, G saw an ice skating rink.

“I do dis,” he said.

“No sweetie, when you’re older,” I replied.

“I do dis.”

“Sweetie, let’s wait for Papa before we go ice skating ok?”

“No, I do dis.”

“Love, I don’t think you really understand how slippery it is and how thin the blades are on the shoes you have to wear.”

“I do dis.  I go.  I go.  I do dis.”

“No.”

“Yes.  I go.”

He was so determined, I had to peek into the skate rental stand just to see if they even had skates his size.

They did.

So…we did dis.

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Then we went to Kansas City and fell in love with a few things below:

#1-The Hotel Phillips

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The hotel we stayed in was built in the 1930s, so it was grand and plush with that old world feel Michael and I go crazy for.

#2-Lego Land.

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The guys had a blast.  They had rides and a room full of nothing but those Duplo blocks that are sturdier for littler kids.  They were gone all day.

#3-Aixois.

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A Brasserie!!!  And not just a Brasserie, but a Brasserie that rivals some in Paris.  While the guys headed to Lego Land, I headed to Aixois and my waitress told me one of their secrets…they have some of the best beef on the planet.  SOOOO…lunch was maybe the best steak sandwich I’ve ever had, roasted tomato soup and a glass of Cotes du Rhone.

Perfect for some much needed ‘me’ time.

(FULL DISCLOSURE: Before I had G and became a full time Mom, I used to silently judge Mothers who didn’t work and constantly spoke to me dreamily about ME time.  ’ME time?  BAH!’  I would chortle to myself, ‘I don’t have any ME time!’  Oh, yes I did.  I did.  I had so much, so much me time and I didn’t even know it.  Please feel free to silently tell me, ‘I told you so.’)

#4-The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

Monet—van Gogh—etc. etc.  What’s not to like?

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Next stop was DC.

Bueller Style

a view of the city from the Shedd Aquarium

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It is nice to know that after all these years, Ferris Bueller‘s Chicago still delights. We’ve had run-ins with just about everything Ferris did, with the exception of Wrigley Field and Charlie Sheen, but who knows? We still have 2 weeks to go.  With wind burned cheeks and lips that peel off when we speak, we are tearing through this gusty blast of a town. We just love it. It is the true capital of the mid-west.  Sophisticated, but not elitist. Forward thinking, but not crunchy granola. Confident, but not narcissistic. And of course…it has a fantastic sense of humor.

Wait! Did I just describe myself? BAH Ha Ha!

Moving on…

our eventual view to the left of the Wrigley

The start of our trip was actually not terrific.  We had a one bedroom apt on Michigan Ave, sight unseen.  We’ve had great luck in this department so far, but yikes…our luck ran out at this place.  It wasn’t clean, so that was that.  BUT it was also lit with all florescent light, and I don’t mean eco-low watt bulbs.  I mean, full on, high school lunch room florescent light.  If I learned anything from Deborah, it is that under no circumstances should one allow themselves to be poorly lit.  In fact,  she basically lived in a dark cave after she turned 50.

and our eventual view of Navy Pier to the right

Luckily, Michael found the last place available in all of Chicago (at our price point) on North Columbus and we were thrilled to walk into not just a clean and lovely apartment, but floor to ceiling windows that provided us views of (other hotel rooms and) bits of the Chicago River and Lake Michigan itself.

This brings us to to our first Ferris activity…a parade.  We weren’t in it, but we did go watch it.  The Magnificent Mile is a stretch of Michigan Avenue that starts just across the river.  It boasts lovely shopping and at Christmas time they light it.  But they don’t just light it, they have a big parade book ended by Mickey Mouse and Santa, then fireworks, then they light it.  A lady at the grocery store told me all about it.  The best place to stand, she said, was along the river in front of the Hyatt.  Really? I thought.  That’s one of the hotels we can see into from our apartment.  How perfect is that?

So I took G at 5 that day and stood in the cold with some lovely people who gave him chips and juice and then Michael joined us at 6 when the parade started.  We saw Mickey and Minnie and then we left at 630.  If you didn’t know, Michael doesn’t enjoy crowds or parades really, and besides, my feet had turned into ice chunks.  No matter!  We could watch the rest of the parade from the safety and comfort of our apartment…at least the bits we could see in the corners.  This was a good move considering the fireworks were loud and according to one little man…scary.

Our next Ferris inspired adventure was a climb up to the top of the of the John Hancock building, made very accessible by the world’s fastest elevator (I think that’s what they said).  The miniature views of the city below are of course, spectacular.  But the view of that great Lake Michigan is just beyond.  It goes on and on and I have always felt so comforted to know that there is not ONE shark in it.

Lastly we hit the fantastic Art Institute of Chicago.  I could really do a whole separate post on it, I enjoyed it so much, but I don’t have time!  Ack.  We of course went to see it’s big prize, the impressionist pointillism by

I snapped this section above the heads of other viewers

Georges Seurat, Sunday on La Grande  Jatte.  It did not disappoint.  Unlike the Mona Lisa that is so teeny tiny, this painting is something you can, in fact, get lost in.  It’s no surprise, I spent most of my time in the Parisian impressionist section, but I also have to say G and I really enjoyed the Thorne Miniature Rooms.  These rooms are honestly miniature, I mean the few rooms you see below are completely miniature reproductions, 1 inch to 1 foot in scale.  Mrs. Thorne was married to a wealthy Chicago so and so (James Ward of the whole Montgomery Ward situation), and decided to create rooms with her overwhelming abundance of doll house miniatures.  Eventually she began to commission pieces by artisans to her exacting standards in order to complete her rooms with absolute historical accuracy, quite a hobby.

English dining room-Georgian: artic.edu

Virginia dining room, c. 1800: artic.edu

French Boudoir-Louis XV: artic.edu

A few other delightful attractions that I don’t recall Ferris getting to on his day off, include the Millennium Park, which is right up there with all the great urban oases of this country.  To ramp it up a notch it features some pretty futuristic and ‘new millennium’ inspired art, which brings us to ‘Cloud Gate,’ or what locals refer to as the Bean. On the outside it reflects the city of Chicago…

and underneath it reflects all the tourists as they take photos of it…

can you find us?

Michael also got this great shot of G apparently floating into the sky—YES!

Also we have the Shedd Aquarium which is part of Chicago’s gigantic museum campus.  This is not just any old aquarium, it is the world’s largest marine mammal habitat.  That just means it houses and takes tremendous care of beautiful sea mammals.  The dolphin show alone was worth the visit.  It takes place inside a giant infinity pool that looks out into the vast Lake Michigan.  We also saw a Dora the Explorer 4-D movie, the baby Beluga whale that was just born in August, sharks, sting rays, and penguins.  AND it is so very toddler friendly.  We did the CityPass, by the way.  It was well, well worth it.

the Beluga that swam right up to us

Michael and the little man also hit The Field Museum, which is housed on the museum campus as well.  He said it was a GIANT museum of natural history that a Wes Anderson movie should be filmed in immediately.  When asked what his favorite part of the Field Museum was, G will tell you—Monkey Skeletons…Monkey Skeletons—Monkey Skeletons.  They left quite an impression.

Well, after all of this, by the time this post publishes, we will STILL have another week left in Chicago.

Any tips?  Favorite spots?  Places you’d like us to go and snap photos of?  Please leave your recommendations/requests in the comment section below.  Have a great week.

What Happened in St. Louis

Yes, in St. Louis we were very spoiled in our Painted Lady in Lafayette Square.  Honestly we were all so happy to finally be together that we didn’t leave the house nearly as often as I thought we would.  It was also fall for heaven’s sake and we had our own big, backyard with its own big tree that cascaded leaves to the ground with each gust of  cool autumn wind.  When we were back inside there were antique safes to crack in our ninja pajamas (with bananas for sustenance).  So you tell me.  How often would you leave?

That being said…I’m surprised that we actually took in so much of what St. Louis has to offer.  In fact, I think we may have left quite a few stones (or Botanical Gardens) unturned.

Lafayette Park-In addition to Lafayette Square housing  fantastic Painted Ladies, it also has a beautiful park we took advantage of constantly.  The park was built in the 1800s as well, the oldest park in America west of the Mississippi.  It has a similar layout and feel as the Public Garden in Boston which was built in the same era.

Cherokee Street-One day we headed south to check out this particular street known for its antique shops, and haunted mansions.  We stopped here at the highly recommended MudHouse for coffee.  And while we didn’t come away with any antique treasures, we were able to snap G’s next album cover.  We like to call this one…

-Roadtrip-

The Fabulous Fox-Our first day in town, we went straight to the Fox Theatre with Michael to get a lay of the land.  It is called Fabulous Fox, simply because it is fabulous.  It is ginormous and decorated within an inch of its life in the most ornate fashion.  It was built in 1927 and seats 4500 people. (!!)  We had the little guy climb all 3 floors by himself so we could wear him down, it wore us down instead.

a bust of Victor Hugo at the Arts Museum-as if to say, ‘Welcome”

Forest Park-Smack in the middle of town is a giant park that rivals both Central Park and Golden Gate park if I do say so myself.  I never did find any playgrounds in here though.  You know how I feel about playgrounds.  But then I realized what happens at City Museum and began to understand why you don’t need any outdoor playgrounds within a million yard radius of that place.

Among many other things, Forest Park includes a very lovely (and very digestible) Arts Museum, along with one of the best Zoos I’ve ever been to.  They have a petting zoo in there for kids that is essentially 12 goats just wandering around, which is perfect for little ones.  The kids can grab little brushes and have at it.  G made it his mission to brush EVERY goat, no matter the obstacle.

Magic House-Of course they have a great children’s museum here.  Not only was it great, it was HUGE, like a renovated Victorian mansion huge.  We barely made it through the whole thing before G melted down from exhaustion.  It seems like he was so much smaller when I took him to the Boston Children’s Museum in March, we only did the toddler room there.  But now, now he’s off and running with the bigger kids trying to do everything they do.  This is a whole new world for us, an enjoyable world, but also a world that makes us feel like we need to sit down for a minute.

The City Museum-Everybody was all, ‘Go to City Museum, go to City Museum!’

We didn’t make it there until the very last day and I’m so glad we did.  It was outrageously fun, even for a sleepy-do Mommy like me.  I don’t know how to describe the place, it’s like the Swiss Family Robinson Tree House, but ramped up 20 notches.  There were tunnels and spelunking and ball pits, and moments were it occurred to me that somehow we had just climbed up inside the ceiling ducts ala Mission Impossible (or Die Hard depending on your age and action hero preference).

see what I mean?

The Gateway Arch-And then of course there is the good old stainless steel Gateway to the West that sits just off the Mississippi.  You can see it from all over town, and while there was NO way I could go up inside of it for the view, I did feel like I really got to enjoy it every day.

Leo Reynolds-fotopedia.com

So last Monday we dove off the arch and swam down the Mississippi to New Orleans where I type this post now.  By the time it posts we will be en route with the whole cast and crew via bus to Houston for a week.  G is very very excited about this.  There are kids in the show about 8 years old and he LOVES them.

‘I go on bus with friends,’ he says

Before we head out, 3 things:

1-Try not to love Michael for getting this Halloween costume made:  Curious George and the Man with the Yellow Hat.

2.  A New Orleans Preview:

3.  And while I contemplated NOT sharing this video, I think many of you will be interested in it.  Of course our young, hip, Brooklynite cousin Ryan-a St Louis native-sent it my way.

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