this weekend i got to play host to one of my favorite girls. oh sydney my sydney! she landed in nyc only a few hours before old nemo. and nemo nemo nemo blah blah blah with a side of i-am-rolling-my-eyes-at-you, east coast. nemo in idaho would've been called "tuesday." see? i am grouchier than usual this weekend you'll just have to excuse me.
i love new york in the snow. i love new yorkers awkwardly hopping over slush piles at cross walks. sometimes you come across a slush pile that is deceptively deep and you lose half your pants to it, so the hopping is really necessary but always goofy looking. and i love the shops that suddenly sell stacks and stacks of sleds and i love the parents of the kids who buy those sleds to take them to the park, only to most likely throw them out at the end of the day because who has room to store sleds in their apartment? i especially love the snowmen that pop up after it snows. they're built by the romantics. shout out to the very upper west side-y snowlady at 72nd, with her little bouquets of tulips hanging out of her fancy trash bag just-so.
pushing our strollers through the meatpacking district in the middle of a blizzard was probably the funnest and most definitely the stupidest thing sydney and i have ever done together. and we manage to find stupid things to do together frequently. but we found the sweetest little place for dinner, all cozy inside with snow falling out the window in the twinkle lights, nearly abandoned inside due to the weather, and truly that sydney poulton is a gem of a human being. having syd in town is a nice reminder that, while there is a lot of junk on the internet, there are still some good ones. syd is one of the good ones. thumbs up, sister.
also that pulled pork waffle with the spicy cole slaw at sugar and plumm was out. of. this. worrrrrrld.
love to you, you poultons.
(more from our weekend on instagram doobiedoo @natthefatrat)