Into the eye of the vacation

Those are my dad's humungouso feet. (Humonguso is how you say big in Spanish) My parents lounge around like the French people while I ride bikes, play tennis and risk my life and Camp Kids. When do I get a vacation from being three and a half.


Daddy: Emma has been very active. My poor baby got a fever from over action in the tropics or the stomach flu? She's been resting all day. I'm keeping her near by. She's snoozing on my giant vacation bed right now.

Welcome to the Dominican Republic

I love the Domigilit Repuglit! The people are funny and I get to eat Bananas and Ice cream all day long. You can see me on the patio with my Curious George cards. The heat gets to my parents so I make up my own games. I've been a princess in an interpretative theater show, played in water olympics and enjoyed deep sea diving and have three days left.


Daddy: Staying at the Punta Cana Club Med is like entering a cyber reality: what would life be like if you didn't have to shop, cook, clean or use any mode of transportation? Yes, thumbs up to the Domigilit Repuglit! The people at the kids camp are young and filled with energy in the high heat, qualities I need desperately!

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Mommy: Personally, I love the life here on our land cruise. It's like the Love Boat docked permanently in Punta Cana and everyone got married and had children. All that's missing is shuffleboard and Gopher. I am happy to be contained and pampered. The water is so beautiful, the food is muy bueno, and my feet can't stop doing the Merengue.

Reading with Marcy

Marcy came over last night. I put on my furry red Elmo costume because she asked me about it. Is it possible Marcy wishes she were Elmo? Do all adults wish they were Elmo?
She is an awesome story reader and we made trains and I had a deeply rich chocolate cookie.
It's fun watching Emma and Madeleine listening to the Richard Scary counting book. I told Emma only three pages but she was so enthusiastic Marcy read and counted through the whole book.

Tu-tu Number 2: dance recital

This was my second dance recital. I felt relaxed and free. It was really fun. I received a flower and after went to the Diner and got a box of Corn Flakes. I love the Dance.

I was not relaxed and free. I was on edge, springing with my SLR like a hawk to its prey; dodging the mommies with video cameras and tiny digital cameras. These mommies don't realize you need a telephoto zoom to get decent photos.
This was the only class the parents were allowed into. Yes, Emma goes to classes where she doesn't need me! This added to the excitement and the need for a powerful lens as this was my only chance.

Grand Pa sprightly on b-day

We went to Henry's, a restaurant named after Henry. His son Jules is in my class. I wonder if he eats at the restaurant named for his dad or at his house and is the house named after his dad: Henry's House?
Restaurant rating: They had good muffins and comfortable high chairs and respectable potties. I'll give the restaurant a thumbs up on Menupages.

My dad looks great for 73. He's happy that we have Barack Obama in office!

Sequencing

My quest to get into one of the top schools on the Upper West Side of the United States of America must involve organic shape sequencing. Day after day I prove myself. I do and will succeed!

Emma, who is here sequencing the Russian shells in Sue Gamrin's basement, has also been making chart's for NASA, top secret.

Yes Yes Yes

As the year 2009 rolls in I say Yes. Yes to feeding the ducks, bicycles and truthful living.
I'm encouraging my sister, Madeleine, to start a blog of her own; call it Emma's Awesome Baby Sister: Insights from Heaven. We're sleeping in the same room now. It's fun having someone to tell jokes to at any hour of the night.

I say yes to Emma!