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On our way back home we decided to stop in Connecticut to see some friends. And then we figured we’re so close to Manhattan that we should pop in for a visit with famous journalist Scott Rose. So we did.

I’d been to Manhattan three times pre-9/11, and Angie had been here once before. But neither Max nor Mason had been. And none of us had ever done much sight-seeing.

On Saturday we took the Amtrak from New London, Connecticut down to Penn Station in Manhattan. We figured Max would be enthralled for the whole 2-1/2 hour train ride down, as he loves trains.

But after about 30 minutes into the trip he started the process, which seems to be genetically hardwired into all kids, of asking every 5 minutes when we were going to be there.

We arrived fine and hopped a cab up to our hotel - The Excelsior - which is right across from the American Museum of Natural History and our itinerary for Sunday.

But that was Sunday. Saturday afternoon was dedicated to penguins.

It is our understanding that while penguins live at the South Pole, the sophisticated penguins live in Central Park… Zoo, that is.

The walk from our hotel to the Central Park Zoo is probably considered short by Manhattan standards, but took a bit of a toll on us as we had the added burden of it being 90 degrees, humid, and carrying a 25 lb. baby, which we started passing around amongst the 3 adults. We had to make a couple of pit stops to cool off.

Turns out Mason loves not only pointing at NYC buses, but snow cones from street vendors as well. (He when through three - snow cones, that is. Not buses.)

Back to the penguins…both Max and Mason thought they were the coolest (pun intended).

We also saw a polar bear…

Monkeys…

And flying rats…

On the way back through Central Park, we caught a glimpse of the rare balloon-animal-making clown.

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