We figured since we now live in New York, we should go see the heralded Rockefeller Plaza Christmas Tree. I'm sure it's actually called a "Holiday Tree" as to be politically correct. But since this is my blog, I don't have to politically correct. Christmas. Christmas. Christmas.
Rod and I took Lily (age 6) and Jackson (age 11) out for an evening of Christmas-time fun. We had a great time, but both the kids wigged out at one point because of the crowds, thirst, hunger, an itch attack over their entire body... And because I am such a great mom, full of Christmas spirit, I yelled at them to buck up. But no one gave me a second look because the streets were full of parents doing the same thing. Ahhh, don't you love this time of year?
We decided to go on a Saturday night. Because we are crazy. Here's a shot of the tree over the heads of a million tourists.
It was quite beautiful though.
We didn't go ice skating at the rink by the tree because we may be crazy, but we are not that crazy. The line wrapped around the square forever.
We actually had a great time, especially once we found this guy:
Do you see Lily eyeing him? Fortunately one of these guys were about every 100 feet. To assist our food-deprived children.
And guess who was riding a bicycle down the street?
Here's some of the windows. They were quite beautiful.
Bergdorf Goodman was my personal favorite of the evening. You'll definitely want to click on the picture to see all the amazing details:
Sorry, that last one was Anthropologie. I can't help it. I have a built in radar that pulls me towards those stores.
You know who had a dud of a window?
Barney's. It looked like a school art project. Seriously?
But, Bloomingdale's windows were great.
And in case you are still on the fence as to Robin's gender preference, let this settle it for you once and for all.