From the archives of Mothering.com:
Etani shows signs of being a budding photographer as we trek 2,980 miles from Ashland, Oregon to New York City, New York
Why do I have to spend four hours on this airplane? And why is that man in the seat behind me holding his temples? And why, I wonder, did they put me and my brother and my mom in the very last row?
You may think this is a photograph of Atlas holding up the world with Saint Patrick’s Cathedral (the seat of the Catholic church) in the background but it’s actually pornography. What other scantily clad man is a naked woman allowed to admire? What do you think of those biceps?
BlogHer2010, forget the technology updates, bring on the booze (this is the only photo I took from the conference. It’s of a random blogger attendee. I liked her hat.)
It’s Saturday night and the conference is over. So why are that geeky mom and her baby walking the streets of New York City sporting a conference badge?
Me: How can anyone live in crazy NYC?
My brother: How can anyone live anywhere else on Earth?
Etani watches over the bags at Harlem 125th Street station where we wait for a train to Scarsdale. On board the conductors let him prove his strength by punching the ticket and tell him they have a uniform and name tag (if his name is Chris or Eric) all ready for him if he wants a job. Etani + train rides = happiness
You be the judge: Etani shows off his ticket-punching
When you’re 9 months old, a 2-year-old cousin is all grown up
Who needs Disneyland when you can ride the elevator up to the 11th floor and back down again? This was the only redeeming factor of the hotel where we unhappily spent an extra night (due to thunderstorms in Denver we missed our flight.)
Homeward bound! Etani pulls the luggage through the Denver airport