We flew into New York City on a red eye flight this morning, all six of us. I packed for almost two days straight prior to leaving and still managed to leave Zoe’s socks behind. I mean, how does one forget socks? Traveling with four children is a level of intensity that even I was surprised at.


Justin and I chose the divide and conquer route on the plane. He took the boys, three across towards the back of the plane and I opted for more leg room in the bulkhead with Zoe and Evvie. By the time we reunited on the other side of the country, we were all full of excitement and butterflies and the sweet oblivion of happy exhaustion.


I had wanted to see the skyline of the city while driving in from the airport, but we all were asleep by the time we got to the hotel. The day was spent visiting old playgrounds and having dinner at our favorite restaurant, each one of us sharing our memories of times and places from a life that feels so far away yet almost like we never left. I can’t quite describe what it feels like to be back here with my children, it’s as whole as our family has felt since we moved to California. Maybe it’s because we’re all practically sleeping on top of each other in this little hotel room, or because none of us has any other obligations presently, but I think this is what vacation is supposed to feel like. I have everything I need right here-that is a feeling to recognize and cherish whenever and wherever, and to seek it out actively.


We walked all around the neighborhood by our hotel today in our old stomping grounds, the kids on their scooters and Evvie tied on tightly to my chest. We talked the entire day in-between activities, on practically zero sleep. That’s New York City for you, though. It’s the heartbeat and adrenaline under your feet when you could swear you had none in your bones.

I don’t know how I ever left, but I’m glad I can still come back with all of my city kids and it’s just the same.


Happy Travelers

by Jessica Shyba on November 24, 2014

in Adventures in NYC

Momma's Gone City

I never thought I’d get used to living without a car. About six months after we moved to New York City, I was trudging through the wind, ice, and rain with two kids and three bags of groceries crammed into our double stroller and I realized that I had finally gotten to the point of acceptance. I no longer had a trunk to store our groceries, or a quick and safe haven from the elements when getting to the doctor’s office and other errands. I also no longer had a safe(ish) place to put my children while getting to and from anywhere in a somewhat timely manner.


I was terrified of walking with both of my very young children out in the middle of the city, and they’re little legs got so tired, so fast. The following spring, we bought Jack a Mini Micro scooter and a helmet just like his buddies had in his preschool class had and we began to find the answers to a few of our problems. Jack loved every minute of his newfound freedom, and I got to test the waters of allowing him to ride along side the stoller while out and about in the city. It was challenging for both of us, but I realized quickly that we were also building trust in each other by extending his boundaries of freedom. Zoe and Beau both began riding at around the age of two, and while we had some more issues with listening, they also picked up on on our rules quickly. We began to find not only efficient but also an incredibly fun means of travel to and from school, the doctor’s office and other errands.


Now that we live in Santa Cruz, our lifestyle is incredibly different, but they still love to ride their Mini Micro and Maxi Micro scooters to and from school. Beau is riding the Mini Micro 3in1, which offers 3 rides for 3 ages – at age 1 its a ride-on with seat, at age 2 it’s a Mini with O-bar, and at age 3 the T-Bar turns it into a Mini Micro scooter. Jack and Zoe ride the Maxi-Micro, which is the highest rated scooter for both transport AND fun.The Maxi rides smoothly like the Micro but with the curve and carve of a skateboard. Not to mention, each part is replaceable for those that are harder on their scooters (like my boys). Zoe and Beau picked up on riding very quickly, and turned normal routines that I’d often get push back from if they have to ride in the stroller or car into a fun incentive; If I allowed them to ride their scooters, they were happy and willing. This was one of my first dances with boundaries with them, and being that the consequences were dire, I was incredibly strict. If they pushed the limits even remotely, they had to ride in the stroller without question.


Watching them gain confidence within themselves as well as me made for hugely successful lessons for both of us. With the Micro scooters for adults as well, all of us can make a family outing of riding scooters along West Cliff in Santa Cruz; it is peaceful, fun and great exercise, and something we can all enjoy together-the kids love seeing us do things that they do, too. We’ll be bringing these scooters on our trip to New York City next week, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have this option when I know they won’t want to walk extensively. Happy, tired kids means a happy family.


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