On Sunday many members of my family came to New York to fete my nephew Mini Frank's third birthday. I take a million shots whenever we get together, and they probably wonder what I do with all them. Two words: Christmas gifts. You've been warned.
The photo above was taken by writer Anna David, who happened to be sitting a few feet away from us. Manhattan is such a small town!
La Madre and Frankie: Two peas in a pod
La Madre, Andrew, Rob, moi and TR
Mini Frank, vamping in the sandbox.
This little girl was Grace and she was drawn to Seamus, my cousin's French Bull Dog puppy. Methinks she was under the unwatchful eye of her papa, since she was running around the playground with no shoes on, hair uncombed and free to intermix with strangers, at the age of three. But she was cute!
Seamus
La Madre thanks Milton for her new laptop. We don't expect her to ever leave the house again.
Andrew explains the Internet to La Madre
Bea and Seamus
Mini Frank opens birthday gifts.
Frank, Frankie an Seamus
Andrew, Mini Frank and Seamus
TR, Frankie et moi
TR et moi, at Belvedere Castle
Rob and Mini Frank
Jayne and Frankie, well lit.
La Madre dissuades Mini Frank from throwing rocks.
Mini Frank with pine cones and stones
Blowing out birthday candles
Seamus calls it a day.
