Millards! In Central Park!

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.

It's The Weekend Round Up!

It was a busy weekend, folks. Let's re-cap it up!

First off: Friday. It was my last day at E&P, and so my co-workers and I marked my entrance into (temporary) unemployment with booze and cupcakes.

I picked them out myself.


Joe and Jen worked together at a little paper in California back in the 1990s. See, I'm a uniter, not a divider.


Hotties!


I couldn't stay out late beause Saturday was chock full of activity. My first stop, at 8:30 a.m., was at the New York Junior League's Playground Improvement Project in the West Village.

Marney wonders when we break for lunch.


Looking sharp painting.


Jenny touches up the smaller parts.


After a morning and afternoon of painting and scraping, I hustled up to Murray Hill so I could take over TR's kitchen and bake some cookies. My choco chip cookies (from scratch!) are amazing. If you let me come over I'll bake some for you, too.


Peppe wants human food.


On Sunday I hustled out to Connecticut for a family party. My cousin Milton turned 55. When the Millards throw a party two things are guaranteed: There will be a lot of people and there will be a band. Let's meet some of the members:

Birthday Fella, Milton, on the accoustic guitar.


My brother Andrew, on the electric guitar.


Cousin Chris on the drums.


Uncle Frank, on the banjo.


La Madre, Groupie


There was high stakes musical chairs.


Winner!


Serious cake.


One of my fave shots of the day.

Thanksgiving With The Millards!

It was a memorable Thanksgiving with The Millards -- to say the least. Instead of my usual photo wrap-up, I'll let you chcek out all my shots using Pictobrowser, a new, fun web tool.