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things to remember from our brief stay in new york with the browns:
9 people in the treehouse 2.0
fancy donuts for breaky
boys chirping "taxi" or "city bus" every time one rolled by
pic-nic-ing in the park, multiple times
finding the best splash pad
sitting in our jams after the babies went to sleep catching up over whiskey drinks
to say that i love new york is an understatement. my love for new york started 6 years ago when amber and i spent our first girls weekend tucked away in alexa's first treehouse...amos tucked away in my belly. we've since visited a handful times, just me and amber, just me and mikey, and with the boys in tow. the fact that the boys love new york makes me a little giddy. i'm so thankful for friends who'll open their house for my crazy crew!