Our Day...

We left early, with Jenn and my mom. Mommy's idea of sticking Ana's hair in a bun worked wonders. She couldn't pull out any of her hair things that way, and it didn't frizz up much either. Plus, it was neat and off her face, which is the big concern.

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Yes, I know this entry is boring. Hush it.

Oh, I can't believe I forgot this earlier...

1. First, if you're ever by Battery Park City, go visit the Irish Hunger Memorial. You can ponder or ignore the quotes in the small, yet cavernous hall - what's really good is the part on top, which seems relatively unbothered by people, and which is a good place to eat your lunch (of course, I say that about Trinity Church Cemetary, and they send the preschoolers out to play there every day, so what do *I* know?). You honestly can't miss it if you're walking along the river. It looks like an outgrowth of cliff from the sidewalk.

And yes, I know the "cottage" is twice the size and much nicer than any real Irish cottage at the time. This is all unimportant.

2. Sheesh, people *do* feel everything is their business, don't they?

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