In an attempt to prove how lovely and green NYC can be to our dear Uncle Ian (move here, move here!!! Oh, and read this article , explaining how NYC is the greenest city!), we wandered through the northern edges of Central Park (weeks ago...:) It was so beautiful.
P was especially pleased with this pond. Tiny water plants dotted the surface, perfect for poking with a stick. He would have been content to spend the entire afternoon mucking about the water's edge, but we promised to return again and scooted onward.
He also adored this waterfall. He clambered out into the middle and perched on a rock beside a tiny rushing tunnel of water. Grabbing sticks and stems, he'd ask Imaginary BB if BB was on said stick. Then he'd cackle and toss the timber into the tunnel, yelling, "BB!! BB, are you rushing down the tunnel?!" (BB is scared of tunnels.) He could have contentedly played this game for the rest of the day too, but we wandered on and found...
Uncle Ian's water bottle. Or maybe it was Seth's. I was never quite sure. At any rate, P, Ian and Seth filled it with junk P found on the forest floor. P shook this, tried to trick other's into drinking it (and was aghast when he thought I'd really imbibed:) and emptied and refilled the bottle for the rest of our wanderings. I love that a water bottle and a bunch of dirt can be such a beautiful toy :) E, on the other hand, very much wanted to throw the mucky mess out before boarding our train. P, however, was very attached to his new project. We finagled a solution, and the bottle is still setting on our counter. It has become a larger science project, garnering observations on settling, floating, mixing and decay :)
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