On our last Saturday in New York, we took one last trip to the city. We spent the day in the Metropolitan Museum of Art and Central Park. We only took about 10 pictures the entire day because Isaac is now a willful little handful. It was all we could do to keep track of him. We even had to resort to the baby leash. Thank goodness you don't have to have pictures to remember that it was a good day.
I just tried a new pudding recipe that not only tastes good, but that my sweet lactose intolerant husband can eat without suffering a subsequent evening of agony. Mexican Chocolate Tofu Pudding Don't let the idea of tofu put you off. It doesn't taste like tofu and it doesn't taste like fake pudding. It's good in its own right. Try it. You'll like it.
Today we drove out to the eastern end of Long Island. Traffic was slow through the Hamptons, but that gave us more time to admire the Dutch windmills and sing along to Johnny Cash. (The kids' favorite is either Ring of Fire or A Boy Named Sue.)
We finally got out to Montauk Point. We didn't go up in the lighthouse
(children small enough to be carried are not allowed), but we did walk along the beach and through the nature trails.
Clint and I think the Surfcaster in charge of spell checking must feel like a dope.
Claire collected shells.
Jacob found fish.
Isaac loved playing with sticks, throwing rocks and digging in the sand.
Clint liked watch the cormorants out on the ocean.
I enjoyed the rocks. The glacial till has everything in it.