“I’m going to set my intention like the yoga teacher tells us at the beginning of yoga class” Chris said, as he set his alarm for 4 a.m. the next morning. “Wanna know what it is?”
“Sure.” I struggled to zip up my suitcase, which I’d packed to the max with onesies.
“To relax,” Chris said.
I laughed. Because it was such a simple, perfect intention for our first cross-country trip as a family of four. And because it would be a challenge.
We woke up at the crack of dawn for our first family vacation, which started with a flight from San Francisco to New York City with our four-month-old and tween daughters.
Then, an hour into the journey, Chris broke his intention. Airport personnel kept shuffling us from one line to another during check in. “Over here, no over here.”
“Aaaaaah!” he moaned out load, tossing the empty car seat onto the ramp with a loud thump.
As we circled in the air for an extra hour due to weather conditions out east that wouldn’t let us land yet, I clenched my jaw. Ever since becoming a mom the first time (when we lived in New York City and I was there for September 11th), my nerves get shot when I fly.
Eventually, we landed. And made our way to the lobby of Eventi, a Kimpton hotel in Chelsea (disclaimer: this post was sponsored by the hotel).
Exhausted and hungry, I headed straight for the fruit plate in our room. When I bit into a grape, I realized that even after traveling for 12 hours straight from door to door, I actually felt calm.
This had a lot to do with Chris, who (after his airport tantrum) had held my hand on our take off and landing, and then said when we got off the plane, “Love, let me carry the baby.”
“Look!” our older daughter shrieked from the hotel window.
Seventeen floors up, we had the best view of the Olympics (minus being there in person), because the Eventi screened the games live on one of the largest LED screens in the country across the street from our room.
My tween was psyched to have her own queen-sized bed in the town where she was born. She loved the glimmer of the Eventi. And she couldn’t wait to get to Times Square. (And me? I appreciate a hotel that uses energy-saving lighting and low-flush TOTO toilets, the same toilet we put in our bathroom during our remodel!)
Chris couldn’t wait to drop his head here:
Chris, who travels a lot for work, has been a huge Kimpton fan for years. (There are more than 50 sweet Kimpton hotels in 24 cities in the U.S.) After a great night’s sleep, we headed to the Hester Street Fair.
Chris was first in line to try a fluffy pork belly bun with Hoisin sauce from the Hong Kong Street Cart:
In the 90 degree humidity, we headed next to Imperial Woodpecker Sno-Balls, aka some massive snow cones.
“You’re so calm!” my best friend from college told me when we met up with her. After all, she’d seen my anxiety up close and often when I became a mom the first time. This time, I have more baby experience under my belt. As well as a reliable, loving partner.
Whose intention had certainly rubbed off.
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