Happy nieces-day

9am: Coloring at Kitchenette.

The baked goods case at Kitchenette. I cannot resist a nice baked goods display.

11am: Times Square, in front of the Toys R Us.

2:30pm: Ice skating at Chelsea Piers.

We bought tickets to take the girls to go see the Grinch Who Stole Christmas on Broadway, for this morning. So we decided to have breakfast at Kitchenette before the show — as it is the only place I can think of that opens at 9am on a Sunday morning. And there was actually a line of parents with children under 5 years old, waiting to get in at 9am. Breakfast took exactly one hour and then we went to the theater early since all three girls had to pee — I think that we spent like half the day going to the bathroom.

After the Grinch, we stupidly took the kids to the giant Toys R Us at Times Square (the one with the ferris wheel), and then we were sort of surprised when they all wanted us to buy them all sorts of junk, this is after we told them absolutely no, they could not go on the ferris wheel. That store is horrible, its like a giant trap to suck parents into buying their kids sub-par toys.

Then it was on to having pizza at Patsy's on 23rd Street, where all three girls were so excited to have Sprites that the server commented on how its amazing how something like Sprite can make kids so happy. We fed them soda and pizza, which is something I am not sure I would feed my own offspring, but then again, my kids would know what whole grain bread is, and I hope would prefer that over pizza. When Victoria saw the whole grain bread at breakfast, her face was priceless. In a I've-never-eaten-fiber-in-my-life kind of way.

After pizza, Emily went home to our house for a nap and I took Allison and Victoria to Chelsea Piers for our annual ice skating date. And it was so amazing, because Allison was skating ALL BY HERSELF by the end of the hour. I was so proud of her! And my back was also overjoyed, because skating around while holding her under her arms, was literally killing my back. Meanwhile, Victoria was lapping us both.

I am so freaking tired...and honestly have no idea how parents with more than one child can cope. Or have a personal life, or let alone read a magazine. Hanging out with the girls all day has not only completely drained me, I am stuffed full of Twizzlers®, Skittles®, stale popcorn, pizza and other garbage.