Here I am among the Russkies at Brighton Beach with my dad, mom, Uncle Steve and Aunt Kristine! We sat on the boardwalk on Sunday afternoon and enjoyed some Russian cuisine!
I helped my dad choose some of his favorites from the menu--borscht, eggplant caviar, pickles and, of course, vodka! (He said that I wasn't allowed any because I am too young...even by British standards!)
I helped my mom eat....well, I am honestly not sure what that is....
Aunt Kristine and I look out at the ocean and contemplate far away thoughts....
Did I mention that I do not like to be ignored and left in my stroller to amuse myself? I prefer to impress you with my engaging conversational skills. Here, I am addressing directly the obvious superiority of "lalalala" over "babababa".
Hello Uncle Steve and Aunt Kristine! (I like the big man,he makes me laugh.)
And here I am again (after all, this is MY blog) sitting in my stroller looking only mildly amused after the Russian eating/drinking festival. While walking on the boardwalk, I noticed a few mermaids! Do not fear, dear reader, I was not having a milk induced baby hallucination. My mom told me something about a mermaid parade nearby at Coney Island (but to be honest, I wasn't listening closely, that damn blue elephant rattle can be so distracting.) After wandering around for a while, it was time to load up into the Toyota so mom could drive all of us home. I was sooooooo tired when we got home, I skipped my bath, my meal and my nighttime story and went directly to bed....sort of....okay, okay, I admit it, I had a little 'I am so exhausted I am going to freak out' scream session and THEN I fell asleep. What do you expect? I am a baby after all!