The Best Mother's Day Yet

Brunch at the MoMa for Mother's Day gets better every year. The food is incredible, the vibe is cool, the art is amazing (of course), and it's just such a wonderful way to spend a morning.

When I say "incredible food," I mean it's (almost) as beautiful as the art.

From Duchamp to Dali, Matisse to Brancusi, Oppenheim to Kahlo, and ending in Warhol (of course!), the tour was fabulous – enlightening and entertaining. The icing on the cake is spending time among the art outside of normal hours. It always feels like such a special treat to view the collections and exhibits in the absence of the regular crowds. You really feel like you can immerse yourself in the experience, get close without battling tourists or even stand back and see pieces unobstructed. And getting a customized mini-lecture on some of the most distinctive pieces isn't too shabby, either.

  

  

  

  

It doesn't happen often, but any time we meet up with the kids outside the house it's a surreal experience – they get so excited and a bit shy (!) and tongue-tied, even. Olga brought the kids on the subway and we met in Columbus Circle. We spotted them through the crowd across a square, and you could see the immediate shift in energy and excitement. Everett was holding pink tulips for me, so shy about it he could barely reply when I asked him what they were (!), and Alice told me I was beautiful(!). Are you kidding? What a perfect moment.  

And it only got better from there...

What could top our brunch but a carriage ride? Our horse, Chestnut, was a handsome steed, and naturally Alice was smitten right away! He valiantly trotted us up and down paths, over and under bridges, and all around, past Wollman Rink and the carousel and the zoo and all through Central Park's already-unbelievably-green pathways. Just a few weeks ago New York was still quite unmistakably under the spell of winter, but now the grass is lush, the trees are green, and all the best flowers are in full bloom.

What a view! We had quite a vantage point – a little higher than everyone else, free to look around without worrying about where we're going or risking a collision, slow enough to enjoy the view but fast enough to keep it interesting. And the lively clippity-clop of Chestnut's hooves kept a rhythm that couldn't help but put a smile on your face.

Well... put a smile on most of our faces. In this picture, we're all grinning ear to ear and Everett is scowling. I'm not sure why he looks like he's plotting revenge on the picture-taker. I like to think that  it was just that the sun was in his eyes. 

There's a smile!

But nobody enjoyed the carriage ride as much as Alice. The only time she stopped giggling was to really get serious and focus on Chestnut – what he was doing, why he was going faster or slower, if that was a tuft of hair she was spot his hair, and how she couldn't wait to introduce him to her friend, Applejack (the My Little Pony in her hand).

More tulips!

How could this day get any better? Two words: ice cream. Luckily we had no cash, so we had to skip past the ice cream trucks and go somewhere that accepted credit cards for fancy ice cream. I'm sure the kids wouldn't care either way – in fact they probably prefer the cheap ice-cream-truck ice cream – but we were thrilled to snag the corner sofa on an outdoor terrace under a canopy and overlooking Carnegie Hall and 7th Avenue. It was the perfect place to unwind, watch the world go by, and get a bit rambunctious.

And when I say "get rambunctious," I mean the grown ups checked their texts and Alice chased Everett in circles, tackling him on the sofas and rolled around in massive tickle-hugs until they both fell on the floor, wedged between pillows and furniture, gasping for breath.

In the car on the way home we pretended to be lions, seeing who could roar the loudest. Daddy won, hands down.

Two tuckered out little bunnies, one happy mama. Best day ever.

 

Were this and this really last year? They both seem like forever ago and just yesterday all at the same time. It's going so fast.