View from the Roof Deck

E-man has recently figured out that if he asks nicely for something, I am a sucker and am very unlikely to say no. It is a big and mostly pleasant change from screams and fit throwing that we had grown accustomed to in his first three years.

The first time he asked me for a "hot dog" instead of screaming, pointing, kicking his feet, trying to jump out of the stroller and dive into the concrete when I didn't figure out what he wanted by the 2nd or 3rd or 10th try, I screamed with joy, hugged and congratulated him for using his words and walked around the rest of the day with a smile as big as the Grand Canyon.

Apparently this positive response has encouraged him to use his words constantly and I have to remind myself often that there was a time when this was beginning to seem impossible and I wished and hoped with all my heart for this day.

Now every time we get into the elevator of our building, E-man points at the top floor and asks sweetly, "Roof deck?" And how can I say no? Just look at the view!

This is in the evening when the sun is going down and it was pretty windy.

You can see the Triborough (Robert F. Kennedy) Bridge from here which is about 3 miles away from our apartment and connects Queens, the Bronx and Manhattan. I haven't actually run over this bridge yet, but I love running under it to Astoria Park.