Fab Kid Lit (Age 2-3)-Part 1

41Kqz4zWX0LI used to blog monthly about the books I read with the Little Man, then life got wild again and instead I began to blog about our travels.

But several things just happened that make me feel compelled to revisit this topic.

1. What would have been my Grandmother’s 91st birthday passed a few weeks ago and as she was the Resident Childhood Librarian in our family, I want her to feel I am passing the torch she passed to my mother and my mother so generously passed me.

2. G’s birthday just passed over the weekend, his 3rd birthday. Not sure how that happened, but it happened nonetheless. It made me realize, among other things, I have not posted about any glorious books we’ve read for an entire year.

3. Lastly, I have a little bit of a girl crush on Pamela Druckerman. If you have not read her book, Bringing Up Bebe and her follow up title, Bebe Day by Day, you should. It doesn’t matter if you have children or not. I think her books are more important than just parental how-tos, they are social commentary on the potential pitfalls current parenting techniques may have on the next generation of Americans. Anyhooo…when I tweeted her about how excited I was about her new book, she not only came to visit my blog (eeeeeeee!!), she tweeted links to her followers about my Fab Kid Lit pages (EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee!).  So naturally I feel I have to post more and not slack off anymore…

There were so many books this year, I had to divide this post into 3 separate posts. and after I publish them all I’ll chuck them up into the Fab Kid Lit Pages you see up above. We still read all the books from those lists as well…and will until he can read them to me himself.

Enjoy!

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Richard Scarry’s Best Storybook Ever! has a very special place in my heart. While I really try to go for books that have a real story to them, a message about life, Richard Scarry‘s books are more about learning by memorization. The illustrations are just so adorable they essentially taught G the words for different foods from A to Z.  He would bring the book to me every night and recite the words that matched the illustrations.  When he’d forget one, he’d look up at me with his great big eyes and wait for the answer…ack…delish.

 

 

418d3dfeIfLThe Carrot Seed by Crockett Johnson was a gift from our nephew. He says the book taught him about self confidence. I could see how it would since it’s a story about how everyone doubted the growth of his carrot, but he stuck with it and persevered.

 

 

 

51B24F08GXLBig Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown just has great illustrations of farm animals. G was a late talker so to have these adorable pictures to look at over and over helped him to cement the words into his brain. Plus, it is a lot of fun for him to find the butterfly on each page.

 

 

 

41thYQrg9jL._SL500_AA300_The Gift of Nothing by Patrick McDonnell (the author of Wag) is essentially a Christmas book, but imparts a lovely message any time of the year. When the little kitty in the story has a hard time finding a gift for his best friend he hunts down the gift of nothing…which turns out to be everything.

 

 

 

514fnIdXVQL._SY300_Mr Brown Can Moo! Can You? by Dr. Seuss is the best. It just really doesn’t get any better, but you have to be game. If you really let yourself get into this book you might find yourself  exhausted and your little one really revved up.  It’s never a great idea for us to read it just before bed.  In fact, I really hope no one else has ever heard us reading it out loud…we get a little weird.

 

 

 

61h3iuxAWuLThe Little Engine That Could by Watty Piper is a classic for a reason. A train and its passengers in need come across some snooty trains who won’t help them (aw), but they hang in there until a very affable and good mannered train uses all her strength to help out. She thinks she can and then she does, like the Carrot Seed, it’s a nice introduction to what can be accomplished if you believe in yourself.

 

 

51e4g6n3KaLWe love Harold & the Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson because it takes so much imagination. Everything is so easy for kids these days, so many electronic options with all the bells and whistles. It’s lovely to watch your little one’s mind light up at the idea of a purple crayon that can make so much happen.

 

 

 

41yzK6XCT2LI have to confess Are You My Mother? by P.D. Eastman always scared me. It STILL scares me, but I guess life can be scary sometimes, so why not get used to it at an early age? I always enjoyed the book when the little bird asked the cow or cat or dog if he was his mama. But then he got to the scary rusted out car and noisy construction equipment and the whole thing got so dystopian. But in the end G thinks it’s hilarious that a bird would think an airplane was his Mama, so there you go.

 

 

 

19321The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter has finally happened in G’s mind. This is one of my all time favorite books on the planet. It’s also a little scary, what with Mr. MacGregor making Peter’s father into a pie, but I guess that’s the lesson. G understands and gets a little kick out of Peter when he’s naughty, but it is not lost on him that Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail get the berries and cream for supper becuase they were good little bunnies.

 

 

 

51RmtyK+pZL._SY300_The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf is a classic introduction to the idea that it’s ok to be different.  Maybe you’re a bull, maybe you’re supposed to want to fight and be tough and strong, but what if you don’t?  What if you want to quietly eat grass and read your book?  Ferdinand will help your little one begin to understand that it’s ok…we can all play to our own strengths.

 

 

 

81f5otnkPuL._SL1500_G’s Godmother passed down this Olivia book to us by Ian Falconer.  I wouldn’t have picked it up otherwise.  She’s a little girl pig after all, but just like Madeleine, Olivia has some very important, universal attributes.  She’s a kid, sometimes stubborn, sometimes dramatic, but always an individual.  To me there is nothing more important than to teach your child how to be an individual.  Plus it cracks me up that she tried to make a Jackson Pollock painting in her bedroom, so she had to have a time out.

 

 

 

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Besides…look what Olivia decides to wear to the princess birthday party…how can we not love her? amazon.com

More to come…

The Wrong Direction

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In addition to visiting the Home of Ralphy while we were in Cleveland, we also made it to the Great Lakes Science Center (and had a fabulous dinner with my Great Aunt, her son and his wife at The Greenhouse Tavern).

The Science Center holds many a joy for the young at heart, including a room full of rubber balls Michael was able to snap a few existential shots of:

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There was also an Egyptian exhibit, replete with mysterious activities such as Archeological Digs…

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Pyramid Building…

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and faux Camel Back Riding…

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And while I love the above photo almost more than life itself, you can imagine my surprise (horror/dismay) when my One Direction obsessed girlfriend sent me a photo of the One Direction bandmate doll someone just gave her 7 year old daughter.

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Now who gave this kid a copy of Ines de la Fressange‘s Parisian Chic?  Fess up!

Next we hit The Carolinas…

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.

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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.

Droppin’ Ben Franklins

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“I’ll have you know, Benjamin Franklin has had a huge influence on my life,” I said indignantly to my husband.

“Oh really, Granny?” he smirked, “How so?”

“Well, his virtue chart, for example.  He created a very effective system which brought a series of tasks into his daily awareness in order to refine his character.  It’s been scientifically proven to work because the chart visually keeps your goals at the forefront of your mind.  In fact, Gretchen Rubin, one of my personal heroes, based her entire Happiness Project on the system of Benjamin Franklin’s virtue chart…”

“All right, all right, I hear you.  You’re a big fan of charts and Declarations of Independence, but do you really need to buy a book of his quotes?  You can just look them up on line you know.”

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Just LOOK at how moved I am by a compilation of his quotes projected on the walls…!

“No no no.  I need a hard copy, something I can refer to.”

“Ah yes,” he smiled, “something you can refer to once, but will never refer to again.”

“How dare you sir!  How dare you presume to know that I will not refer to my slim Benjamin Franklin quote book on a daily basis?”

“Because I know you my darling.  You will buy it, you will schlep it around in your bag and you will never look at it more than once.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Party Pooper Pants.  We’re in Philadelphia.  We’re at the Franklin Institute.  It would be philosophically irresponsible and unpatriotic if I did not somehow glean some wisdom here from one of our country’s most famous founders.”

With that, I purchased the slim volume.  I took it back to the hotel and tore into it as soon as G went to sleep.

One of the first quotes I read was:

An undutiful daughter will prove an unmanageable wife.

Oh man.  I haven’t looked at it since.

Friday Reblog (on Saturday)

The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin is one of my all time favorite blogs.

Why, you ask?

Well, you know…advice on happiness, self-improvement, living your best life, etc. can sometimes get a little hokey, a little new-agey, a little cornball.

Gretchen simply gives happiness the time and consideration it deserves.  She studies it like a scientist to create hypotheses and theories and then she tests them out in her own life.  If you’re game, you can do the same.

I get her blog delivered to my inbox every day, it’s one of the first things I see (besides G in my face) when I wake up and I will tell you…it has had a profound impact on my life.

Click here for one of my favorite posts on moderation.  Maybe you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.

life sans bebe

Last week, the little man spent the entire week with his grandparents and my husband in Florida while I peacefully rested (and worked) at home in NYC. While I missed my boys terribly, I did not squander an ounce of my free time. Here is what my week looked like in pictures.

what I read…

edith wharton tells the story of wealthy girls shunned from new york society in the late 1800s. they gave london a go and were foisted on broke nobility who needed the lady’s fortunes to keep up their big inherited houses. sound familiar lady cora?

what I did…

the fabulous shari schneider invited me to one of her italian wine tastings at her gorgeous new store on the upper east side

i went to the beautiful micki’s baby shower. she’s due in july!!

what I watched…

where I went…

one gorgeous sunday i got out to just wander around riverside park, unencumbered by strollers..the stretch of park along the hudson is extraordinary. i wish i had michael’s camera with me.

what I cooked…

this is my absolute favorite vegetarian feast courtesy of goop. it’s a crowd pleaser every time.

who i cooked for…

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where I ate…

this place is a very yummy farm to table restaurant right down the street…mmmm

every day after work i stopped in barnyard for a sandwich because i didn’t have to race home to free the babysitter…we’re talking a triple decker turkey club, a whole meatball sub and something called the figgy piggy!

the lovely lady grady invited me for a hudson valley sleep over that was kicked off by sharing a branzino at the ocean house

uncle peter met me for lunch at eataly where we ate mussles and smoked bluefish and pickled anchovies…double mmmmmm

what I saw…

i stumbled on this little house on riverside drive on my way home from riverside park. i went home and started to research it of course and discovered it is the only freestanding mansion left in new york. it was built in 19o9 for a mr. schinasi by william tuthill, the same man who designed carnegie hall. mr. schinasi was an immigrant from Turkey who made his fortune in cigarettes. it’s current owner is a law professor at columbia who bought it in the 1970s for $300,000. He’s been refurbishing it since then and now has it on the market for 20 million. Any bidders?

hara joined me to see this outrageous modern comedia dell’arte brought over from england by sir nicholas hytner, who we are most indebted to and if you can’t remember why email me and i’ll remind you. the show included stunts, pratfalls, potentially pernicious audience interactions, and an old man who kept falling down the stairs with his back arched and claws out like a cat. i won’t even begin to describe the show because i simply can’t. but i will say hara and i ran the full gamut of emotions from hysterical laughter, to crawling skin, to hunger, to exhaustion.

monday was member’s day at the metropolitan museum of art. i only became a member this past march. on member’s day we were treated to a museum closed to the public where we could view the 2 exhibitions you see below with complimentary audio guides. there were cookies and beverages and someone playing the violin. there is a HUGE gift shop where we were able to purchase anything with a 20% discount. i arrived at 1pm and made it back home at 7pm. in this span of time i listened to every single item in the audio guide about the steins, i browsed the prada exhibit, i spent hours looking through big coffee table books on art, architecture, style, jewelry. i had no time constraints, no naps to administer, no meals or snacks to attend to, just luxurious time.

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it was a glorious vacation and i’d like to take a moment to thank my sponsors. you know who you are.

the boys returned yesterday and i was rested and ready for this…

Top 10 Things we did in Boston

Top 10 Things we did in Boston

Ack. Organized tours make me so uncomfortable. They always have and they always will. I’ve just learned to live with it now. Michael, however, cannot live with it and refuses to go on any kind of organized tour anywhere, ever. But there is so much history in Boston and I wanted to get the lay of the land so I thought…well…while he’s at rehearsal, I’ll take the classic Nanny Rigsby approach and go on the Boston Duck Tour.

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DUKW converted into a tour bus for the famous Boston Duck Tour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Duck Tours are actually conducted on military ducks which are half land vehicle/half sea vehicle, like a platypus or Aqua Man. They used ‘ducks’ to storm the beaches at Normandy. Again, like the hotel that used to be a jail, this does not conjure up terribly romantic images. But part of the fun is that after you drive around town, you get to drive into the Charles River (this is where the half boat part comes in).

Be warned, if you ever decide to go on the duck tour yourself their website is so intense and cranky that I almost decided not to go. It’s a little tricky to navigate and there are all kinds of ‘no-exceptions’ rules. This is for a reason though. The tours are WILDLY popular. You really do need to book them 30 days in advance. Because it was mid-week in March we were able to book the day before, but the whole boat was full by the time we got there.

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A Boston Duck Boat tour boat in the Charles River (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Personally, I found the tour to be about 30 minutes too long, but that might be because I had a toddler asleep on top of me and I had to support his entire body weight. And even though the tour had a few of those scripted, guided tour jokes that make you want to look at your feet, our guide was pretty funny. No—our guide was really funny. I got a great understanding of the city from him and a few tidbits of history.

AND…we had to get on the Duck at Boston’s Museum of Science, where we were greeted by this guy…

EEEEEEK!!! He’s life sized. G looked up at him and said, ‘Oh-No.’

Here’s a brief overview of the most interesting tid-bits about Boston from our (well worth it) tour, and a few things we stumbled on on our own.

Top 10 Things to SEE in Boston (according to me!)

1. The Old State House.

  • This original State House was built way back in the day (1717) and has a little balcony on it where the Declaration of Independence was read out to the people for the first time.
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    This is also the site of the Boston Massacre (1770) which helped fuel the Revolutionary War. The story changes depending on which side you were on. Some say that English Soldiers randomly opened fire on an innocent crowd of Bostonians. Our tour guide told us what actually happened (?) was the English were attacked by a Boston gang that turned into a mob so they acted in self defense. Either way, the colonialists were really tired of the English by then, so it was a story that didn’t go away. It spurred future Revolutionary events AND proves that the political tool of ‘spinning’ events in one’s favor goes WAAAAAAAYYYY back.

  • My favorite part of the Old State House is the Lion/Unicorn statues on top.

When we walked past them earlier in the week, I pointed them out and said, ‘Look at those crazy statues. They look like relics of England don’t they?’ Then the tour guide told us, they were originally symbols of England (yay me!) and when the victory of the Revolutionary War was announced people were SO excited they literally climbed the building, tore the statues down and BURNED them! Then they thought, ‘hey…you know…we actually like those statues.’ So they were cleaned up and put back.

2. The Bell in Hand Tavern

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  • This tavern claims to be the oldest in America. Our guide told us it is also the only place you can enjoy a Sam Adams beer while you look out at his grave. (!) Samuel Adams is buried across the street in the Granary burial ground (so is Mother Goose, or is she?).

3. Copley Square

  • This brings us into the Back Bay section of Boston which was built on a landfill in the 1800s. The extended land took 40 years to complete. It’s about 200 years older than the original town of Boston, which includes the Boston Common, founded in the 1600s. It’s very fancy, but will always be in the fancier shadow of Beacon Hill.
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    The public space of Copley Square was donated by John Singleton Copley who was a prominent (and very dashing) portrait artist from Boston (left). It’s adjacent to the Trinity Church. Across the street on one side is the John Hancock building (designed by I.M. Pei). Across the street on another side is the Boston Public Library (worth a peek inside for the architecture). In designing the Hancock building, I.M. Pei decided he couldn’t compete with the architecture of the church, so he made the building out of mirrored glass to reflect the historic landmark. It’s a very nice effect.

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4. Newbury Street

  • This posh street is like the Madison Avenue or Blvd St. Germaine of Boston. Fancy shops, places to eat and art galleries all mix in with 19th century architecture.

5. Commonwealth Avenue

  • This avenue runs parallel to Newbury St, and is lined with beautiful examples of 19th century homes. The two roads running side by side are analogous to Madison and Park avenues in New York City. Commonwealth begins at the entrance to Boston’s Public Garden, which is marked by this guy…

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  • Michael also snapped a few photos for us of homes at the base of the Commonwealth (in spring, no less), and one of G bringing me a leaf on the fairy lit Commonwealth Mall.

6. Boston’s Public Garden

  • I LOVE the Public Garden. We were lucky enough to show up in this freaky spring snap so we got to see the garden at it’s best. It has manicured lawns, topiary hedges and flower beds. It’s never teeming with people, so it always has an intimate feel to it, like there’s room to walk and breathe and soak it all in. Founded in the late 1800s (it’s part of the Back Bay), it’s a good 200 years older than it’s neighbor, the Boston Common. Charles Street divides the two parks.
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    This garden holds special meaning for me because as a little girl one of my very favorite books was Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McCloskey…I honestly didn’t realize until recently this book was based on a family of ducks who lived in this very real Public Garden. If you were lucky enough to have someone read you stories every night before bed, you know how they get burned into your brain. To see-in real life-the pond and the little island where the ducks ended up living was nothing short of magical. Their drawings in the book are indelible to me. They have a statue now to commemorate the ducks and they claim it has never been professionally polished because children sit on the ducks so often. G, however, tried to pick one up.

7. Cheers

  • Even though it’s only the exterior shot, it’s fun to walk by the Cheers sign on Beacon. I loved Sam & Diane.

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8. The New State House

  • This shiny domed beast fit into John Hancock’s former backyard.

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9. Bunker Hill Monument

  • This monument, constructed in the 1800s to

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    commemorate one of the first battles of the Revolutionary War had a lot of financial trouble. To see it through to completion one Sarah Josepha Hale (right) organized a craft fair and bake sale that raised 30 thousand dollars. That was a LOT of money back then. Here’s to the power of craft fairs.

10. The Boston Opera House

  • This is the beautiful space Les Mis lives in for 3 weeks. Michael stood on the stage for us and snapped a few photos of what it would be like to look out into the audience…

  • Interesting Nerdy Fact: The Boston Opera house was originally The Boston Theatre. Edwin Booth performed here the night his brother, John Wilkes Booth, assassinated Abraham Lincoln. Yikes!

Reading

Even though I’ve enjoyed some great parties and a few dance floors in my day, I am really at my best when I get to be anti-social.

Reading and writing are really my 2 favorite things to do, and now adding children’s books into the mix has me in heaven. Reading bedtime stories is the best part of my day.

I tried to go on Goodreads to make digital shelves of my favorite books so I could share them all and get reading recommendations, etc, etc, but…I couldn’t do it. I just can’t join one more social networking site. The thought of it makes my teeth hurt.

So I’ll just have to find out about new books the old fashioned way…from a friend…or when my interest is peaked in a certain subject (like Downton Abbey—hello Buccaneers).

Here are a few favorite reads of 2011—

Hotel Du Lac-Anita Brookner. What a superb book. It’s elegant, graceful and mysterious…right up until the very end. It tells the story of the underbelly of love through the life of an exhausted writer of love stories. When she tries to escape her own tumultuous love life, she just finds herself back in the same place again. Although it would be just as enjoyable on the beach, this is a great winter blues read. It’s perfect with a warm drink and a soft blanket.

Mrs. Astor Regrets: The Hidden Betrayals of a Family Beyond Reproach-Meryl Gordon. I’ve never read a sort of ‘tell-all’ book like this before, nor do I listen to audio books, but this is a great book to listen to. I listened to it when we were settling into our first temporary apartment and it was very entertaining (plus, you could walk out of the room, return and feel like you didn’t really miss anything that would make you lose the plot). It tells the story of the end of Brooke Astor’s life and the trouble her son and daughter-in-law got into while managing her assets.

Bossypants-Tina Fey. She’s funny. In the middle of the night, when the boys were sound asleep, I’d giggle under the covers. You just have to read it and see for yourself. One of my favorite things about the book is the retelling of the happy accident of Tina Fey going back on SNL to play Sarah Palin. She includes pages of the script from her original scene with Amy Poehler with Seth Meyer’s edits. It’s just too good.

The 19th Wife: A Novel-David Ebershoff. This is an historical fiction, which frustrates me and fascinates me at the same time. I’m not entirely on board when facts are twisted into the author’s own made up version of things, but it made for a page turner in this case. The basis of the story is the founding of the tenants of Mormonism including plural marriage. The story is primarily based on the story of Elizabeth Young, one of Brigham Young’s wives.

A Season of Splendor: The Court of Mrs. Astor in Gilded Age New York-Greg King. After learning a little bit more about Mrs. Astor, I was intrigued about her history, or rather the history of the family that came before her. This was a terrific book that read like a biography of an entire era in America’s history. The mid to late 1800s and the very early 1900s, for some, was a time when huge fortunes were made and spent extravagantly (like on parties where a monkey dressed in a tuxedo was the guest of honor).

The Age of Innocence-Edith Wharton. A classic story of unrequited love in the face of strict social rules. Reading the history of the Gilded Age made me want to revisit Edith Wharton. She won the Pulitzer Prize for this book and deservedly so. The writing is sublime and the story is heartbreaking. Apparently she had 3 different endings for this book before she published.

I Was a Dancer-Jacques D’Amboise. This book is so much fun. Mr. d’Amboise clearly enjoys life and his writing is hysterical. His descriptions of various experiences in his life had me in stitches in the bathtub. He was an original company member of New York City Ballet so there is a lot of history from a young man’s perspective. If you’re a Balanchine fan or want to become one, this book is full of personal stories of Jacques’ time with him. My favorite parts of the book are the footnotes. Some of them are full page stories of their own.

I Was a Dancer

I Was a Dancer

Well, I wasn’t…but Jacques d’Amboise was and that is what he chose to call his autobiography (which by the way you should absolutely read, it’s really fun. Click here).

Photograph - John Dominis

One fine September day at Jane, we realized that if I indeed survived this French bug, we needed to find a place to live come September 18th. It was then I remembered that a friend of one of our great, great friends had emailed me while we were in Paris to say she knew of a sublet situation for September. It was now September 8th,—but, who knew? Maybe the place was still available and I was feeling lucky—(well, no I wasn’t actually).

BUT, as luck would have it, it was available. It was a ways up in Harlem, but after we saw it, crunched some numbers and measured some commutes, we thought we could make it work for a month or so while we saw how our lives unfolded. And as a side note, the apartment belonged to and was being sublet to us by Jacques d’Amboise.

Jacques is a 77 year old former New York City Ballet dancer. That’s him with his kids up above. In the 1940s, he went to SAB-the School of American Ballet-when Lincoln Kirstein (who Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts is named for) and George Balanchine were just starting to cement NY City Ballet as the premiere ballet company in America (and arguably now, the world). Jacques was invited to join the company before Lincoln Center even existed. From there, he became one of the most prominent members.

Michael was also a dancer and although he and Jacques’ paths never crossed directly, there seemed to be just one degree of separation between them most of the time. Let us count the ways.

1. Michael also attended SAB.

2. His first wife (remember? Michael was married once before?) was a member of NYC Ballet and danced with Jacques.

3. Michael danced in Jacques’ son Christopher d’Amboise’s dance company.

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4. Jacques and Jerome Robbins (West Side Story) were contemporaries and worked together often, while Michael danced in Jerome Robbins’ Broadway in Japan.

5. Several of Michael’s friends have performed with Jacques’ daughter, Charlotte d’Amboise, including John O’Hurley. In fact, when Michael and I went to see John perform in the musical Chicago in DC, Charlotte was playing Roxy Hart. We all had dinner together after the show for heaven’s sake.

6. Charlotte’s husband, Terrence Mann was the lead in the first musical Michael ever assistant directed. (Terrance was also the original Javert in Les Miserables, just as a little side note).

And yet, none of the above brought us into the home of the smashing Jacques.

A friend of ours was brought into our lives by the lovely Uncle T, who was brought into our lives by a lovely former yoga client of mine. In the 1960s, this friend’s parents rented the ground floor apartment of Jacques d’Amboise’s brownstone on 70th street (just 2 blocks down from our old brownstone, mind you). Jacques and his family lived upstairs. So when I sent out a big email looking for a place to stay for September, our angelic friend forwarded my request on to her circle and the timing was just right. Jacques needed a sublet. We could move in from September 15th-October 15th. Hopefully by then we would know what was happening in our lives.

The photo of the building above is the actual apartment building we are staying in. It used to be a public school, but has been unused and empty for 100 years or something. So developers bought it from the city to make it into condos under one condition…it had to house a Not-For-Profit.

Enter the National Dance Institute. Jacques founded this Not For Profit ages ago to bring dance into the lives of under privileged kids. Now it has a new home in Harlem and it is amazing. Jacques also bought an apartment in the building, furnished it and is now sub-letting it to us. Why? I don’t know. But it’s fantastic. 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, dishwasher, washer/dryer, big closets, big kitchen, 12 foot ceilings, courtyard, community room, big closets, absolutely no lead paint. It’s a lovely place to come home to. That’s the floor plan up above.

But I will say, when we first arrived we were really trying to enjoy it, but we still had negotiations on the brain.

The Longest Day-Part 2

Once we got off of the boat we decided to walk to Place Vendome

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so I could show Grammy the Ritz and piece of marble that shows the original Metre.

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However, I was turned around and didn’t bother to bring a map with me, so we were a little lost and stumbled onto all sorts of things on foot that I had seen already in the car a few nights before. Each time we would get somewhere new we would decide not to take the Metro, but to just keep walking. It was such a beautiful day. But then we got to the point where we were too close to home to take a Metro, but too far to want to continue to walk…ack! Some of what we saw…

We walked from the Eiffel Tower down fancy Avenue Montaigne which is like walking down 5th or Madison—lots of Gucci, Chanel, Dior and the like (and the Canadian Embassy).

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This deposited us right onto the Champs Elysee where Grammy got her first good glimpse of the Arc de Triomphe. We decided to walk down the Champs Elysee since it was such a nice day and this took us past the Theatre Marigny on foot so we we could get a closer look at the jewel box theatre where Cabaret is going to be performed in October.

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We then walked all the way over to the Luxor Obelisk given to the French by the Egyptians, I believe it is the oldest monument in France at over 3000 years old.

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The Obelisk marks one end of the Champs Elysee and marks the Place de la Concorde which is a famous square where Marie Antoinette was beheaded during the Revolution (gulp).

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Just beyond the square is the beginning or end (depending on how you look at it) of the Tuileries Garden and the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel which is a smaller version of the Arc de Triomphe (it, of course, was also commissioned by Napoleon), and then the Louvre. So it’s a lovely line of vision to stand at the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel and look over through the Tuileries, past the Obelisk and all the way down the Champs Elysee to see the Arc De Triomphe.

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Anyway! We headed north towards the Place Vendome, past the Ritz, past l’Église de la Madeleine,

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past the crazy cool subway station spider of pearls that marks the Palais Royal stop.

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We went into the gift shop at the Louvre and we bought French Children’s books…

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Then we finally landed at St Eustace church where the playground lies that we take the baby to every day. We collapsed on benches while we watched him play with adorable French children.

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PS—maybe I chose wrong, but I thought about going to the Hemingway Bar at the Ritz where, aptly, Hemingway used to go, bla bla bla. There is some guy there (this guy) who makes amazing drinks, bla bla bla. But the cocktails were priced at 30 Euro a piece. Meow meow. That equals 45 US dollars for one drink and the drinks didn’t look that hard to make. One was just a champagne cocktail for heaven’s sake. So I decided I would make a champagne/apple cider cocktail myself when I got home and drink it in the bathtub while I read The Sun Also Rises and project this photo on the wall.

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