upchuckin' uptown style

We have officially entered the "my Tummy hurts phase"
It all began the night of Lulu's 4th birthday party.
After much excitement, hot sun and sugary sweets she was hugging the porcelain around midnight.
Poor little thing.
In all fairness that episode was followed by 2 weeks worth of the sniffles.
So maybe it was a bit of a bug combined with the excitement of the party.
We figured we were safe to book a little weekend get away to NYC this past weekend and that we were out of the woods.
The flight is only an hour and we even got a fantastic hotel in the Upper east Side with a mini kitchen-just in case.
Sure enough when we landed "someone" wasn't feeling so great.
but funny enough, she seemed to perk up when we went here.








She seemed to be fine and said she was feeling hungry so we decided to go for sushi.
Lulu ordered her usual- Miso soup, edamame and Gyoza.
Within minutes (just as my dinner arrives at the table) she starts saying her Tummy hurts.
I could tell this was no exaggeration.
I quickly whisked her out of the restaurant- telling big daddy to brown bag mine and meet us back at the hotel.
The minute we got out the door she lost her Gyoza all over 3rd and 62nd st.
Fortunately not in front of the restaurant window- can you imagine having to watch that as you are eating dinner?
But not so fortunate for the fruit vendor who happened to be located a few feet from the technicoloured episode.
Who knew Gummy Bears looked exactly the same coming up as they look going down?
I got her back to the hotel and cleaned her up and she immediately fell asleep.
So the next day we were hopeful.
Maybe it was the turbulence that pushed her over the edge, or most likely all the candy she kept grabbing at Dylan's.
Either way- it was a new day in we were in NYC.
Then we stumbled upon this place.



Someone had to have a chocolate croissant.
I only let her eat half- much to her dismay and hours worth of protest.
sure enough, she started to complain about her tummy again.
We went into panic mode a bit worrying that she would barf all over Park Avenue, but we kept on going telling her to take deep breaths and sip her cold water.
(it always seemed to help me when I'm in the hangover trenches- or in that dismal first trimester)
We managed to get to Central park without incident.
and all seemed fine.






We spent most of the weekend at the park - whick when you think about it- we kind of could of just done at home.



Then again, last time I checked there weren't any amazing street performers at any Park in T.O. or are there?
if so please let me know.



So while Lulu was climbing the monkey bars and skipping happily around, we got to enjoy some amazing musicians.
There was a beautiful harp player, a sax player In the tunnel - great acoustics, two really cute college guys playing some serious classical guitar- just to name a few.
I really loved that.



The weather was stellar and the people watching is my favourite part of being in NYC.
so fun playing "what's their story?" while in New York.



Of course we hit a few musuems- sort of.
went to the MOma gift shop and Lulu fell asleep in her stroller so we opted not to go in the actual Gallery- seeing as we really went there for her in the first place.
Instead we beelined it to a restaurant for a lovely LEISURE lunch here.
Haven't done that in a few years.
Oh how I miss nap time.



All in all it was a nice weekend.
Did a little shopping, did lots of walking, enjoyed all the spring blooms and got to spend it with my two favourite people.
I am however glad that our hotel had a kitchen- as we ended up doing groceries and feeding our tummy troubled princess back in our room where the bathroom would be close by.
Fortunately no other spilling of the beans and aside from a few false alarms and she was good as new.
well the minute we got home.
sigh....



I love including Lulu in our travels- but three strikes (Orlando, Miami and now New York) she has been sick.
which sucks.
so maybe next time I think it will be just big daddy & I.
Lulu can enjoy her next all inclusive vacation at Hotel Grandma and Grandpa.
Just a thought.