I went through the Dunkin Donuts drive thru everyday to get my mom's iced coffee- a medium with cream no sugar please! 
No this isn't my bum. This is the dough to make the mini fried dough that we call "puffs".
Aunt Patsy made us puffs for breakfast one morning.
My Aunt Joanie offered me some puffs, but my mom said no because I'm too little.
My cousin James, Auntie Cheryl Lee Ski, Me, Daddy, Aunt Patsy, Grandpa, Aunt Joanie and Mom. 
This afternoon we all got together for an ice cream social. 
My Papa fed me my bottle.
My wacky cousins played with me.
My Uncle P. J. rocked me to sleep.
Just in time to babysit me so Mom could go out with her Girlfriends. 
It's the Girls' Night Out! 
My Auntie Cheryl Lee Ski flew in from San Francisco to meet me. She took me shopping at the Gap and bought me gifts with her Gap employee discount. I love my Auntie Cheryl Lee Ski.
Mom and I went up to the cemetery and put pretty yellow flowers on my grandma's grave.
In the morning, I watch cartoons in Grandpa's bedroom.
In the afternoon, Grandpa and I take a nap together. 
It wouldn't be a proper visit without going to Salisbury beach for Christy's pizza. It tastes best with a slice of provolone cheese melted on top.
My Grandpa introduced me to the Currier family.
My Uncle P. J. is the chef at the Blu Water Cafe. 
Uncle P. J. cooked a delicious lunch for the whole wacky family.
My Auntie Cheryl Lee Ski hosted an Indian Dinner Soiree at my Papa's house. Currier loves curry!
Hunter read me a bed time story and I fell asleep on his lap.
I love my new buddy, Hunter.
My Papa Currier (great-grandfather) took me, Mom and Grandpa to the Agawam Diner for dinner. Papa had sausages (the secret to his long life) and mashed potatoes, Grandpa had meatloaf, Mom had breakfast, and I had rice cereal and summer squash. My Papa is funny. He ripped his dinner roll into little pieces and threw the bread at me like I'm a seagull.
My Grandpa takes me for long walks on High Street, which is something he does everyday to help with his recovery from the stroke he had 8 months ago. I'm so thankful that he's almost completely recovered. 
My Grandpa plays with me, watches cartoons with me, and teaches me about horse races. 
Mom and I made it to Newburyport, Massachusetts after a very, very long flight over the Atlantic Ocean. Here I am at the Milan airport gaining energy for my American adventure.
my mom is confident that I'll never be known as the smelly kid in school. 
While shopping in Catania, Mom and I ran into Befana and she gave me candy and frightened the hell out of me.
Dad and I in front of the Catania Cathedral, dedicated to the patron saint of Catania, Sant' Agata.
Here I am in the city center of Catania, Piazza Duomo, or as we Americans call it "Elephant Square". This elephant is the city's symbol.
We took a quick stroll through the Mercato della Pescheria (fish market). I liked seeing all the different types of fish and listening to the salesmen yell, "pesce fresca (fresh fish)". I was happy to have a stuffed up nose because it was stinky. I wish someone blocked my eyes for this:
This little piggy went to market and never came home. Oh the horror! 
This evening, we celebrated Dad's 35th birthday at Oxidiana sushi bar with our good friends Chad, Becca and Nick. Good times! 
I'm ringing in the New Year with chapped cheeks and a runny nose.
