Here are 41 photos from our trip to New York!
This is the new dress that mom bought me.
My fashion sense is still excellent.
Close up!
Ba ha ha ha!
Be sure to get my good side–which is either side, really.
This is aunt Danielle fishing for Rileys.
Caught one!
It was this big!
OK, OK, you caught me already.
Now it is time to eat with “Feldman-style neatness.”
You can see where this is going.
I can hold my own spoon now.
Let the neatness commence!
What is this stuff?
Tasty!
I support my weight on the spoon while I eat!
Squish squash.
Fling!
Ba ha ha ha!
Is there anything better to eat under here?
I’ll resort to my old standby.
Ba ha ha ha!
This is what we Feldmans look like after eating just one vegetable. You should see us in restaurants!
This was inevitable.
Only the finer eateries actually bathe you on premises.
More carrots, please.
Aunt Danielle again, this time without her fishing gear.
This is great-grandpa Angelo.
I am showing him my impressive muscles.
Impressive, no?
He seems to think so.
Ellen and I are playing with another kid’s toy.
This nice lady gave me the book Mouse Paint. I highly recommend it.
This, too, was inevitable.
No trip to New York is complete without playing piano with grandma Annette.
I am learning my scales.
This is quite easy!
I don’t see what the big deal is.
Anyone can play piano. Thwack!
I am teaching grandma my technique.
Final thwack!
Thanks. I needed that.
I miss her! No Australian babies match up. I’ll keep working on the kangaroo, they are much smaller in person actually, I think it would make a suitable Riley toy.
I can has kangaroo?
As a non-family-member and not even really an in-person friend (just an online colleague of her papa), I remain a mental slave of this child. I recall that when we were mulling over names for our first baby girl, we had some silly intervals with the name-your-baby books. One potential name we particularly enjoyed was (I’m not kidding) Adorabelle. If anyone ever merited this descriptive appellation, it’s Riley–although that would have been a terrible thing to do to her.
One potential name we particularly enjoyed was (I’m not kidding) Adorabelle.
Oh noes.
Adorabelle Isabella Feldman not really work for me.