And it was great. This is really the first time in literally six months where I went three whole days with no one calling me or e-mailing me about an apartment. Amazing.
TR and I and the boy stayed in New York City, watched the fireworks from the roof of our building with all the old folks and discovered a neat little sandbox in a tiny park off Sutton Place.
I also got some perspective as to just how large Andre is, when compared to other kids his age. He's practically a Sasquatch. Other parents probably think we overfeed Andre, but he really eats nothing but fruit and baby food and eggs in the morning. No processed foods or Lunchables or any of that nonsense. Maybe it's the eggs that are putting him over the edge.
Apropo of nothing, I found this link to a guide about Norwalk, Connectcut on The New York Times. It's actually one of the most accurate pieces about the town that I've seen in a long time.
The piece, however, is a little obsessed with Rowayton, which is the tony, seaside enclave of Norwalk. While the homes out there are lovely, it's not the destination if you want want land and a large home. West Norwalk, which is where I'm from, and just outside the Norwalk city limits, isn't even mentioned. West Norwalk is more rural and has more of a flavor of New Canaan or Darien than the rest of Norwalk. There's no center of town and there's no beach, but it's a great place to look if you need something unique, and might even have a horse or two. Also, it's not plagued with 1990s-era McMansions that have hit other parts of Norwalk and the surrounding lower Fairfield county.
Andre, on Saturday evening.
