Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Another Day in New York

I went to New York with Mom and Dad yesterday. Dad went to work and I cruised around SoHo with mom, hitting up some playgrounds and chasing pigeons. Then on dad's lunch break we walked over to Deitch Gallery at 18 Wooster street and checked out some AMAZING new art by Ryan McGinness. I had a great day...but I think mom's feet were hurting (she thinks she walked something like 16 miles in Converse.)


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Down with NYC!

Me and Big Mike V. down in the NYC!

To be continued...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Some pics to hold you over: Part 3

Lastly, here are a few that my parents love. I can't blame them.

...Stay tuned for photos from my first birthday (with Elmo) real soon...

Some pics to hold you over: Part 2

Now, Here are a few from Vegas! I'd tell you all about my trip, but they say what happens there has to stay there...

Some Pics to hold you over: Part 1

Ok - Lots of time has gone by and I haven't updated my blog, I know. It's because I'm busy... walking.

I had a few christmases this with Pop-Pop and Mimi. One with mom and dad (and aunt reena and coco and uncle bobby came). One with Grampa Pete and Nonna (Uncle Mike and Aunt Tiffy were there too). And one with Grandma and grampa Las Vegas, baby.

First, here's a batch from Christmas at Grampa Pete and Nonna's.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Ok, ok ... I know it's been awhile.

Wow, it's been a long time and I've got to get you up to speed. So much has gone down in past two months - from new teeth to new dance to new attitude - I don't even know where to begin. I'll have to come back to it. Gimme a few days. The rents don't let me on the computer be patient people. It's not my fault. It's the other two I live with.

For now, though, here's a quick hit on some good stuff this week.

Here I am in my pirate ship. Yes, it's a tub too. So why's it in the hallway you ask? Because I outgrew it that's why. Now I sit in the big tub for bath time. And this little tub is super fun to be pulled around the apartment in. Wait hold on...oh was just saying something about her back hurting. She wasn't talking to me. Ahoy!

I looked out the window and saw white. "Snow" is what they tell me. "Get me a snowsuit and a sled, then" is what I tell them. (Stay tuned..those pics are on their way in the next blog)

My very first "Christmas Run" happened the other day. Aunt Margy sent me over some boxes from Texas and said I could open them. At first I was wondering what was so special about opening boxes, but when I did I saw TOYS AND BOOKS inside them!!! OH MAN!!! I went crazy. Inside those boxes were dreams I tell you. It was awesome! And apparently I'll get to do this again in a couple days. So cool. Thanks Aunt Margy! I love you!

So this is the last pic in my blog. And I have a bone to pick with mom and dad. What the heck, man? How could you stick me on this pudgy, bushy-headed, red velvety dude and expect me to cooperate? Come on, now? Where's the logic and common sense? Who is this guy? He scared the crap out of me. Literally. I hope I don't see him for at least another year...

Ok, then. Ahgum and dit.


Sunday, October 19, 2008

This Weather Rocks...Part 2

When we left the boulders, mom and dad had this idea that I "would really love going to the pumpkin patch". And I did...for about 5 minutes. I mean it was cool - but how long can you stand, or in my case hover, in a field of giant orange squash before the entertainment wears thin? The best part was when I picked out a 30+ pound pumpkin and watched dad work hard to carry it out with me in his other arm. He eventually handed the pumpkin to mom, who simply put it down. Needless to say, we left with a nice 12 pound pumpkin.

Then today, I went to a farm in Jersey. Dad was psyched he got a two quart bushel of long hot peppers for $1.75. Mom was happy with an apple cider donut. Grandma got a "beautiful" bag of free-range chicken (though she also kept saying how bad she felt about it). And I got to peek my head through the cutout of this this oh-so-lifelike ghost for a photo opportunity. Boo.