Home again, home again

I'm back from our mostly enjoyable trip, and find myself unable to come up with an interesting focus for a post. I could write about my hard-earned perspective on the dos and don'ts of a visit to New York City with an almost-3 year old. But in retrospect it's all obvious. I'll just sum up by giving a parent's thumbs up to the Museum of Natural History, particularly the Ocean Life exhibit (the dinosaurs "scared" her), and recommending, if at all possible, that one dine chez friends rather than at supposedly child-friendly restaurants. Oh, and modes of transportation seem to be a big hit, with the subway and bus leading the way in our case, closely followed by elevators and escalators.

I could also write about our several days with my father-in-law, which as usual entailed subtle power struggles over sugary food and TV, both of which he compulsively pushes on our daughter, I suppose as an expression of his affection (though also, I can't help but think, because he's irritated with our, to him, holier-than-thou attitudes about TV and junk food). This time, I was mostly able to let it go, knowing no irreparable damage would result, and could thus focus more on the otherwise very lovely relationship developing between grandfather and granddaughter.

But my bloggy muse isn't inspiring me right now toward anything more than these scant personal musings, so I'll leave it at that.