New York Day Three

The next morning was sunny. We slept in and left the house around 11, thinking spending less time in the city would be a good idea. We took the subway and met Brittany in Central Park where she was taking a nap after catching the red eye. The girls finally got the snow cone they had been dying for and we relaxed in the grass for a few minutes before our carriage ride. Kaybree lost her tooth biting into her snow cone!

I’m so glad I booked the carriage ride. It was the best way to see Central Park. We saw it all from a comfy seat and even got to make photo stops.

Kaybree was a tough director for these photos. She had all the ideas and Eisley had to follow along.

After our ride we went with Brittany and her kids to china town and little Italy. We just walked through but didn’t stop until we found Champion Pizza in Brooklyn. It was great pizza! After that we decided to walk to the Brooklyn bridge. The bridge itself was SO crowded and the walkway was so narrow. I was not enjoying it but Brittany wanted to take a picture so we kept going. Once we got our picture we got some ice cream and sat down. It wasn’t very late but it was clear the girls were done with all the walking and the crowds so we went home.

This is the beginning of my favorite series of pictures. Eisley talking to her ice cream.

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