I Love Hooters

My cousin Austin and my Aunt Kathy picked us up at the Orlando Airport and took us to Hooters for wings and ice cold draft beer.

Austin asked his mommy why the waitress was wearing her underwear.

That Rosie O'Shea's

For our last lunch in Newburyport, we went to an Irish Pub with Papa and drank us some Guinness. Top O' the Mornin' to ya and the rest of the day to meself!

Sledding with Daddy

Dad and I went sledding in Grandpa's backyard.

America Runs on Dunkin'...

and so should the rest of the world! I went through the Dunkin Donuts drive thru everyday to get my mom's iced coffee- a medium with cream no sugar please!

Mmmm Good!

I love Dunkin Donuts!


I love Iced Coffee!


I bought a lot of Dunkin Donuts Coffee to take back to Italy with me.


Dunkin Donuts Rocks!

Puffs... A Currier Family Tradition.

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.

Puffs taste best with butter, powdered sugar and cinnamon.

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.

Super Bowl Sunday

I watched my first Super Bowl with my dad and Uncle P. J.

Ice Cream Social

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.

Dad Arrived in Massachusetts Yesterday...

Just in time to babysit me so Mom could go out with her Girlfriends.

It's the Girls' Night Out!

Boston Cream Donut

You can't come to Boston and not have one.

Shopping with Cheryl

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.

Grandma's Grave

Mom and I went up to the cemetery and put pretty yellow flowers on my grandma's grave.

Spending Time with Grandpa

In the morning, I watch cartoons in Grandpa's bedroom.

In the afternoon, Grandpa and I take a nap together.

Cristy's Pizza

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.

Meet & Greet at The Blu Water Cafe

On January 28th Uncle P. J. catered a party in honor of me!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.

Meet the family...

Helen & Buzz

My mother's God-Mother, Helen, and her greyhound, Buzz, fed me dinner.

Indian Dinner Soiree

My Auntie Cheryl Lee Ski hosted an Indian Dinner Soiree at my Papa's house. Currier loves curry!

Sleepover!

Yesterday I spent the entire day at the mall with my mom and her girlfriend, Rebby. After some serious damage to the credit cards, we spent the night at Rebby's house in Kingston, New Hampshire where Rebby's son, Hunter, snuggled with me while we watched the Gremlins. Hunter read me a bed time story and I fell asleep on his lap.

I love my new buddy, Hunter.

Agawam Diner with Papa and Grandpa

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.

Meeting Grandpa Currier

I love my Grandpa Currier (mom's dad). 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.

A Long Trip Over the Atlantic

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.

Eight Months Old Today... January 19th 2007

This month I said my first words... "Mama" and "Dada". I said "Mama" first and I say it more often because the crazy woman pounds it in my head all day long... "Say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama!" The first time I said "Mama" she screamed so loud she scared the crap out of me and made me cry. She's lucky I still say it. I'm still not crawling, but I do get up on my hands and knees and rock back and forth getting ready to take off. Until then, I get around on my belly doing the "army crawl". My babysitter, Bina, taught me how to wave "Ciao", which means hello and goodbye in Italian. If you say "Ciao", I will open and close my fist. My parents are so proud of this accomplishment; you'd think I learned to walk on water! I stopped nursing a few weeks ago. A short bout with the flu and a biting incident (I was trying out my new teeth!) forced my mom to call it quits with breastfeeding. I think we were both ready because neither of us seem to miss it. On Tuesday I leave for America to visit my Grandpa and Great Papa in Newburyport, Massachusetts and my Mimi and Papi in The Villages, Florida. I'm excited for the long plane ride over the Atlantic; my mom however, is not.

I love the bath so much that...

my mom is confident that I'll never be known as the smelly kid in school.