Block Party Part 2

So our neighborhood held a block party on Sunday. Yay! Years ago (a lifetime ago, really) Bri and I used to share a studio apartment on the Upper East Side. It was the size of a postage-stamp, but was the last apartment before the stairs to the roof - so we considered "private roof access" part of the package. The landlord may have disagreed, but that's beside the point. Anyhow, we used to routinely drag half our furniture up the stairs to create an outside living room for parties. In the same spirit - we moved the backyard to the street and "chillaxed" all day.

There was quality time with Uncle Mike...
And Aunt Melissa...
Pizza!
Disagreements about how many cousins can fit in a tiny plastic car...
And giant balls to be chased.
And finally a potluck dinner with some of the best knishes I've ever had.

We also realized that on our street alone there are three Ellie's all about the same age (our Eleanor, an Eliana, and a sweet little boy named Ellis). Plus an Elya who (thankfully) doesn't go by Ellie. Calling these kids to dinner is going to get darned confusing.