This wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. We took the train to 57th street. We exited on 55th street and it was fairly crowded. We cut over to 54th street and was able to get within 40 feet of the street. We couldn't see the marching bands, but to be hones the only things that caught the kids attention were the balloons and Santa Claus.
The wife's cousins and the next generation hanging out after a wonderful Thanksgiving Dinner. Dinner via Grandma and Jajoo, Appetizers via Mema and Great Grandma, and patience via Mom and Dad.
This is the new headquarters/ Ryan's room. I changed it around alittle bit the day after Thanksgiving.
One day this kid will hate or love Piano Lessons.
Triple G, Mema, and Stan the Man!
