My trip to Italy

With my daddy in a water taxi as we arrived at our hotel in Venice.

Oh, the bed! Where's my coffee?

I loved chasing the pigeons around San Marcos plaza.

With my papa in another water taxi near our hotel

Here we all are on one of the many, many bridges my daddies carried me over in Venice.

With my cousins, Madison and Caroline, in Genoa.

Eating one of my favorite Italian foods -- bread sticks.

I stopped to smell the flowers everywhere I could.

And for a brief respite near the shore in Santa Margherita.

October 2007 school picture

Traveling Princess

I am a little princess all dressed in pearly white. I lay upon this bedding soothed by the warm sunlight. I’m only three months old today, but already traveled some. This trip included Boston and to Washington we’ve come. I’m lucky to have daddies who travel far and near. I’m sure they’ll take me with them‘cause I’m their little dear.

I love spaghetti...

I Love Spaghetti…

...with some peas and in a bowl. That sounds good. So let it roll! On my face and in my hair. It's so good I just don't care. Between my fingers and all ten toes. To clean me up, they'll need a hose.
On the table and in my chair. It's here, it's there.
IT'S EVERYWHERE!

Mighty might!

It’s late autumn and turning cool. The time is right for ghosts and ghoul. A little chick with feathers white is scared to be out late that night. She sits with pumpkins orange and bright to scrounge up all her mighty might. And when she wants to “trick or treat”she’ll stand upon her little feet. She’ll flap her wings and cock her tail. Her courage high, She’ll cluck and wail. The witches, goblins, ghosts and night; they will no longer give her fright.