New York City by the Numbers

1.5
Number of hours it took me to fly to NYC.

7
Number of nights I slept in NYC.

8.5
Number of hours it took me to ride the train home.

3
Number of people (my mom, my sister, and my sister-in-law) who joined me on my adventure.

4
Number of shows we saw: a comedy show, Black Angels Over Tuskegee, Wicked, and Memphis.

2
Number of art museums we visited: Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Frick Collection.

8?
Number of motorcades we saw. (It was opening week of the United Nations.)

6
Number of buttons on the spiffy Japanese toilet in the sashimi restaurant: lid up, lid down, flush, wash front, wash back, and dry. There was no button for heating the seat. That happened automatically.

354
Number of steps to the crown of the Statue of Liberty.

5'5"
Maximum height to escape hitting your head during the climb to the crown. (I'm guessing a bit here. I'm not quite 5'5" and I was bump free. My sister is slightly taller and was not so lucky.)

956
Approximate number of times I laughed during the week.

Death by Hugging

LW is a very affectionate kid. Hands down the most physically loving of any of my kids, and also full of compliments about how wonderful I am and how much he loves me.

It's very sweet. Really.

And I know I will miss this terribly in another year or two when adoring your mom isn't cool anymore.

But this weekend I find myself craving a few hours in an isolation tank. Who knew being the object of adoration could be so wearing?

Too bad I can't bottle this up to sprinkle through his teen years.