Do as the natives do.
Basically, just do stuff you can’t do at home.
LIKE GO TO TARGET.
For those of you who aren’t city creatures, you should know that there is no Target in Manhattan*, and that this is a very, very distressing thing to those of us who don’t have cars. Yes, there’s one in Brooklyn, and I think there’s one in the Bronx…but when I go to Target, I buy a lot of stuff. Like, a not-subway-friendly amount of stuff. A car-requiring amount of stuff.
So when my mother-in-law asked me where I’d like to go on a baby-clothes-buying mission…
On our way to the Infant/Toddler section, I got distracted by a rack of clothing that was put there especially for me. Look at that happy face!
Gwen Stefani’s Harajuku Mini for Target line? Is GOOD. It’s just so super cute.
I went home with a couple of pieces from the line (including I Am A Monster, above), and a few other things, like little plaid shirts with elbow patches (!!) and a teeny-tiny ’70s-style brown corduroy-and-navy nylon vest that is completely ridiculous to put on an infant, and yet simultaneously so very crucial to put on an infant.
In food-related things-that-cannot-be-found-in-New-York, we ate Five Guys** for dinner one night upon hearing that it was up there with Shake Shack and In ‘N’ Out. I am a big old Shake Shack snob, so I don’t know that I’d elevate Five Guys to those heights…but yes: it’s a good burger. Very good. And I like that you can choose from tons of toppings, because that means I get mushrooms and pickles, and Kendrick gets all sorts of horrible things like jalapenos.
This is the single most important thing that can happen when on a road trip: the discovery of a chocolate pie at a gas station. Guess how much of this made its way to the guy sitting in the front seat? (None.)
And this is Kendrick at Quaker Steak ‘N’ Lube “rocking the baby” (watching football).
*Update: Apparently there’s a Target in East Harlem. So I don’t know what I’m talking about. But the point about buying too much stuff for a subway still applies!
**Oh my god. Apparently there is ALSO a Five Guys in New York (several). Apparently there is nothing that cannot be found in New York. Apparently I need more than four hours of sleep before I sit down at my computer and start hitting the “Publish” button.