And boy are we pooped. We spent the week in San Antonio at Grammy Christine's and Grampa Chris' house eating, playing and drooling. I had my first pierogies -sort of- and heavily expanded my wardrobe thanks to a generous Santy Claus. Now it's back to my ho-hum life in New York City. Sigh.
I thought this outfit would make me look gangster but it kind of backfired.
Yeah, those are matching boots.
Auntie Christie looks good with babies.
That tree in the background is, like, 20 feet high. Dude!
