Happy Happy!

Today is Grandma Marcia's birthday! Not only will I see her tomorrow, but I get to spend a whole week in East Hampton with her and the rest of the Doron family.  So, if there's a lapse in my posts, it's only because I'm by the pool or on the beach working on my baby tan.

Happy Birthday Grandma Marcia. Can't wait to spend lots of time with you! xoxo

Does This Hat Make My Butt Look Big?

Sometimes I hate it when Mommy packs, because it means I get less attention. But some days it's fun, because as Mommy cleans out a cabinet or drawer, I get to play with the stuff that was in there. Yesterday was hats.

Farewell Brooklyn

We had a picnic in Fort Greene park on Nona and Poppy's last night in Brooklyn. Uncle Jude and Auntie Kelley came too, but somehow all of the pictures are of me.

Is there food on my face? How about my butt?

Cheese and crackers make me happy.

Strawberry monster (before.)

Strawberry monster (after.)

First time eating sushi. First time using chopsticks. Not bad, huh?

Daddy, can you buy me an iphone?

Actually, can I have a puppy instead of an iphone?

Can someone pick me up, please!

The long and very slow walk home.

And lots of stops along the way.

Proud Italian Poppy

Don't worry Poppy, I didn't forget about you! I don't know what it is, but I have a special place in my heart just for you. Even though you're back in VA, I still look out the kitchen window hoping to see you staring back up at me. I can't wait to see you again in two weeks!

Nona's Angel

Sadly, Nona and Poppy's month in Brooklyn has come to an end. I know I wasn't always easy or the most affectionate baby, but Nona loved me and hugged me through all of my many moods.

Nona and Poppy, I'm so glad you ventured up to Brooklyn to spend time with me. I love you both and miss you already.

Pack Rat

We move in less than twenty days, so the packing has begun. This is how I help Mommy. Basically, she puts one thing in the box, and I take three things out. It's not very productive, but it sure is fun!

When I tire of that game, I get inside the boxes. This makes it difficult for much else to fit.

And when I get bored with that, Mommy and I make the boxes pretty for the big move. A very important part of the packing process, don't you agree?

420 Months Young

Daddy asked, "Why do we only count babies' and toddlers' ages in months, when every month of our adult lives is equally worthy of celebration?" I wondered the same thing myself. I just turned 16 months old, and as you read this blog, Mommy will be turning an impressive 420 months old (that's 35 years, for those that don't feel like doing the math!) Yikes! I guess Mommy's kinda getting up there in months. But she says my non-stop energy and enthusiasm for life keep her on her toes and feeling oh-so youthful.

Daddy planned Mommy a special birthday party last weekend with the whole Nicastro clan, some of Mommy's oldest Brooklyn friends, and many of her newer (and much younger) baby friends.

Guess who?

Happy Birthday to me. Oh right, it's not MY birthday.

With all the babies here, you'd think this was a children's party.

Yet another picture of me eating french fries.

Finally, a picture of the birthday girl.

Mind if I help you blow out your candles, Mommy?

Care if I help myself to your chocolate cake too? With a straw?

The happy family.

Happy Birthday Mommy! Next year I'll try not to steal the spotlight! I love you more than french fries and smores cake! xoxo

Poppy and the Park

I'm a pretty good sharer, but I was excited to find that I had my favorite playground all to myself the other day. That also meant I had Poppy all to myself!

He was impressed with how well I navigated the stairs on my own.

We had fun splashing around in the clogged water fountain.

But Poppy thought it was important to teach me how to unclog a water fountain drain with a straw. Just call me Little Miss MacGyver.

 And I thought if I stuck my tongue out far enough I could drink from the fountain. (I wasn't even close.) I guess my depth perception is still developing.

Uh-Oh, Spaghetti-O

One great thing about having a big, Italian family, is the big, Italian meals. Here's me and Ysabella enjoying some spaghetti and meatballs at Nona and Poppy's sublet in Brooklyn. I normally don't like being so dirty, but I figured every one-year-old needs some messy spaghetti pics for her portfolio.