Here's Dad with his favorite professor, Don Boros. Don wears cool red shoes and has been practically everywhere in the world.
It was chilly in Binghamton, but sunny. Dad said the sun rarely shines there.
Kathleen and Jeanne came with us to visit. They are Dad's friends from college, and now they're Mom's friend (and my friends) too. Just call me Charlie. These girls are my angels!!!!
Today I spent the whole day with Mom. I ran her around the house, but I was also very helpful. I love to sweep up the kitchen, which is good, because I also like to throw my meals on the floor.
Mom turned her back to get the camera and I snuck into my room to open the sock drawer. Mom stores my passies in here during the day. I'm teething like a champ so I have been jonesin' for a passie all day. Sometimes I even fake hurting myself so I can cry and then ask for the passie. I must get my acting genes from somewhere! (Auntie Dana? Dad?)
Aunt Helen cam for a visit yesterday. She brought me these neat pots and pans. I like putting stuff in the pot.
This is my pop-out-piece nativity book. It tells the story of Christmas. Aunt Helen gave it to me last year and I love to read it and pop out the pieces. Now I can even put them back in by myself (I also can tell you the whole story of Mary and Joseph and Jesus and the animals (moooooooo cow), but you have to speak Page to understand).
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Not really! We don't always go to the farm on Tuesday. Mom and I pick up groceries from the Golden earthworm farm on Thursdays, but the groceries come to Astoria, Queens on the farm truck. Mom and Dad had off from work on Tuesday and we went to a fruit farm named Wickam's. Mr. Wickam drove us in a wagon on the back of his tractor to a field full of apple trees.
Daddy picked some apples. And I had to eat one right away. My grandpa taught me this when I was just a little baby, you know.
Then I wanted to try apple picking myself. I might look into this as a career. Professional apple picker at your service (I just need my tall Dad to come along with me).
Oh, there were pumpkins too. The pumpkin patch was like a maze with all the vines popping out trying to trip me.
Look at how I have grown from last year's farm adventure!
That I love Elmo?
And that sock monkey Mom made for me isn't bad either. It holds my precious passies in the crib at night.
Mom's new blogging buddy nominated us for this award. There are rules sometimes when you win things, like if you win the lottery you have to give alot of the money to the government. Well when you win this award, you have to answer the following questions with one word answers. That shouldn't be too hard since I answer practically everything with one word right now.
I am obsessed with Elmo. So much so that anything red is now called LaLa. I yell it out at people wearing red on the street, at kids on the playground, at the red fish toy I have in the bath. Last week I was running in the house, which is another one of my obsessions and I tripped over the saddle between my room and Mom and Dad's room. I hurt my lip and it took three ice pops to stop the bleeding. Well, Mom felt bad for me, so when we went for a walk that afternoon, I saw this Elmo blanket hanging from the ceiling of the store and HAD to have it. I yelled LALA LALA LALA through the store until Mom found the blanket and gave it to me to hold. I strolled all the way down Myrtle Avenue holding onto it for dear life.
Yesterday I was running again and this time I tripped over the saddle going into the kitchen. I did a number on my head when it collided with the dishwasher. Do you like my LaLa bandaid?
My daddy is getting so slim I thought for sure I would fit in his shirts by now ! I am a big boy, you know.
Mom and Dad's friends Rich and Christy have a bunny named Nutella. I didn't eat her. I swear it.
This is my new fish. It is a betta fish. It doesn't have a name yet. Any suggestions?
This is a special face I make.
Mom or momma as I call her now has a nice friend at work named Cathy. She gave me this fire chief towel. Isn't it cool?
Max came to visit late in August. Mom and Max's parents, Meri and Ed, and me and Max played in my room for the afternoon. I showed Max how to take every toy out of the toybox and take EVERY book off the book shelf. Max's Dad was not too happy about me sharing this skill.
There was a petting zoo, but I got tired after watching all those animals sleeping and relaxing, so Mom and Dad looked at the llamas and chickens and goats and sheep, but I napped.
When Mom and Dad and I got back from Hilton Head, we just didn't want to hang in Queens so after a quick trip to the Forest Park Carousel, we packed the car and headed upstate. Lake Placid was AWESOME! There was so much sun and the weather was perfect.
I played with my friend Brown Bear.
We went to the park every single day and even went swimming in Mirror Lake.
Mom and Dad got in a quick game of tennis while I napped in the stroller. I strutted around the court like Andre Agassi when I woke up.
