
Cruisin’ in PJ’s on Christmas morning

Where’s Frankie?
Posted in BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Frankie, tagged Christmas morning, Finley, Finny, Francesca, Frankie on December 31, 2013| 3 Comments »
Posted in BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Frankie, Friends, Smooth or Crunchy, tagged Business, Chiara, Dunkin Donuts, Finley, Francesca, Jet Blue, JetBlue Airways, Minnie Mouse, Starbucks, Suitcase, Tom on October 13, 2013| Leave a Comment »
That’s right, it’s over. I had such a delightful time while staying with Chiara and Tom and the two girls; I wish I could have spent more time with Finley which is what they expect me to say. However, I spent considerable time with Francesca; We read, we drove to school, we looked at 245 Halloween photos three times. I made her a rubber band bracelet, dressed her, undressed her and brushed her teeth and hair. We had several chats about this and that and silly questions were answered and I have been trying all day to remember what some of her destinations and professions were for “This little piggy…”, because they were clever!
I had to blow a kiss goodbye to Chiara because she was in bed and insulated with baby on her left and a crib and cat on her legs. Last night was a rough night for Mommy, Fletcher did not want to go to sleep! It might have been the birthday cake!
I left Tia in charge and headed off to the airport with Tom and the girls. Good thing I packed last night! We made it to the airport in good time; Tom had checked me in last night. I mentioned that maybe I would check my bag outside but Tom quickly dissuaded me with the tale of Chiara’s missing sunglasses. When we got to the airport, I noticed Tom was heading towards Terminal A to drop me off – No, he was going to premium parking and he and the girls were going to walk in with me. Everybody out and we are in a part of the airport, I’ve never seen. We’re headed up the escalator to the concourse level and Tom asks me if I just have these two bags? Two bags? NOOoooo, I have 3 bags, where’s my computer? In the car….YIKES! Tom says, “no worry, I’ll get it”. He directs me to turn left at the top of stairs and head to what I think is going to be the Jet Blue counter.
I have a suitcase, handbag and two little girls in tow and walking and walking and walking. Francesca is distracted by the gift shop that is selling Minnie Mouse dolls and the fountain with the Lion’s head spouting water. I am wondering why I’m passing restaurants and stores in an area where the check-in counters are? The answer is you are NOT in the area where the check-in counter are, you are now at security. I only have to wait a few minutes before Tom shows up with my computer bag. I tell him that we’re at security and I wanted to check my bag in. He says, “Why, you can take this one onboard”. “I can’t because then I have 3 bags and I can only get with two”. Tom: “They won’t care”. Lori: “Yes they will, they are very strict about this”. So Tom says: “Well put one of those bags into the suitcase”. So typical of a man, just solve the immediate problem. I’m concerned my glasses will be crushed as he jams my handbag into the suitcase. It’s getting hot in the airport or I’m getting stressed and sweating. I think it was the latter.
I wend my way through the zig zag maze of stanchions and black tape up to the first checkpoint, dropping my scarf along the way (thank you sir). As soon as I get to the counter I realize I don’t have my photo ID. It is in the g__d purse which is in the suitcase. Flushed with stupid embarrassment, I tell the Officer that I forgot it’s in my handbag in my suitcase. I plop the suitcase down on the floor and fumble with which end the zipper pull is at since it is one of those which open at either end! The lady behind was NOT happy. The gods must have been smiling down on me because I was able to unzip, reach into the handbag and actually put my hand on the case with my license. Check! Next, off with the shoes, put the computer in one bin, the case in another with my scarf, and shove the suitcase up onto the conveyer belt. I have to tell you I DO NOT LIKE putting the computer through the scanner and then finding out there is only ONE line going through the body scanner. I am straining to lean over and keep an eye my stuff, “Please raise your arms over your head”! I step out and am about to go over to pick up my computer when one of the TSA people say, “Excuse I have to pat down your shoulders, please put your arms straight out”. My shoulders? I don’t even had shoulder pads on!
When you’re already stressed and sweating you can rest assured that the Gate you’re supposed to go will be the farthest one away, the last one in the concourse and of course mine was! Did you know that the Starbucks in the West Palm airport does not carry those very important green picks? The ones that protect your hand from being burned by hot coffee as it bounces out thru the sip top while you are walking the mile and half to your gate? Yes it’s true.
Aha there was an upside to this long walk. I figured out way to get my suitcase checked in. The seating area was filled and there was no one at the Jet Blue counter BUT there was a man at the entrance of the jetway and I marched right up to him and threw my son-in-law under the bus – Sorry Tom I had to do it. I told the man that my son-in-law thought we were late so he got us to the concourse instead of check in to save time but I really didn’t want to carry on this suitcase, can you help me (big smile)? Of course he could and probably would have done so even without my fabrication. Again, sorry Tom!
Finally at the door to the plane and what do I see but this very tall man dressed in a ground personnel uniform standing there with my suitcase. I ask him if that bag is going to be checked and he asks me if it is my bag? I say yes and he tells me I can take it onboard if I wish – NO I do not wish! THEN he asks me what I have in the cup and immediately I wonder if one is not allowed to bring coffee onboard. I look a little startled and say: “Coffee” – he smiles and says: “You could have gotten Dunkin’ Donuts coffee onboard and for free”. Music to your ears, Tom?
Posted in BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Frankie, Friends, Smooth or Crunchy, tagged Chiara, Finley, Fletch, Francesca, Halloween, Home, Joel, Justin, Ocean Club, Pasha, Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond, Sports, surf, Surfboard, Tia on October 13, 2013| Leave a Comment »
From the title of this blog you might not think that things are winding down, but today it does seem like they are. Of course not having to start the day with the hectic madness of school clothes, hair brushing, breakfast and off to school, does make a difference. When I went to bed last night which was REALLY early for me, I was looking forward to sleeping in this morning. First of all , I figured the girls would sleep late because we didn’t return from the Ocean Club till about 9:00pm.
Last night we went to a Friday night buffet and pool party. The kids had a blast jumping in and out and swimming and jumping off the diving board. I wish I could have taken a picture of Francesca jumping off the diving board. Unbelievable! And this was not one of those diving boards that you step onto, this was one you had to climb up to. I have never seen a child that small actually jump off a diving board and she didn’t even hold her nose. Anyway, the party was a throwback in time for me. OMG it was retro to the old GCA; Golf Club of Avon. Even the characters were the same. We sat under the stars and brightly lit half moon that just hung in the sky over us all. The weather was warm, the drinks were cold and the food was plentiful. So familiar…even Chiara said, “I’m living your life all over again”.
So I didn’t think it was too far-fetched to think that after hours of swimming and eating (a lot of sugar), those kids would sleep late and so would I. And that Daddy was home so he would entertain them in the morning. At 7:20am Francesca came into my room. She climbed up to be with me, but not for long because the purpose of her visit was really to get me out of bed and into the living room where Daddy was laying down on the couch to watch cartoons with them. I saw that there was little to no chance of me remaining in bed so I got up. Tom proposed we go out to breakfast and then pick up Tia who was arriving this morning. I didn’t think we had that much time; Tom thought she was arriving at 10:30 but I knew it was 9:30. So Tom and girls headed out to the airport and I stayed behind to make Chiara a really good breakfast, something she has been sort of skimping on this week due to Fletch’s feeding schedule. I’m going to post the recipe which came from Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond‘s famous blog.
We spent the afternoon at the Ocean Club, hence the SUN and SAND which was plentiful. Lunch at poolside and once again I was taken back in time to Avon. The kids spent time in the pool and then we went to the ocean. The sun was glorious, Tom signed up for a surf board and Finley and two friends spent 2 hours getting up and falling off the board! Finley did stay up long enough to float into shore – Uncle Joel and Uncle Justin take note! SURFERS in the making. We wound up the afternoon at the pool with a SANGRIA Blanco, NICE!
Tonight we are going to have a mini-birthday party for Francesca who turns 3 on Tuesday. Since I’m leaving tomorrow, Chiara decided we could celebrate with dinner and invited her best friend who has 2 children fairly close in age to Finley and Francesca and so we had 4 kids plus Fletcher and 6 adults (you can get the picture). The kids had pizza and we had SALMON! And cake of course! Francesca had a ball opening gifts. It wasn’t the gift that actually seemed to thrill her but rather the opening of the gift. We had to hold off the older kids who so desperately wanted to help her. Several threats of no dessert, a time out and the possibility of going to bed NOW were all invoked to keep the other 3 away from the presents. Tia came through for them all; She had assembled Halloween goodie bags for all 4 kids which amused them and held their attention for all of 2 minutes.
Well as you can see, things really have wound down. There wasn’t any high drama today, there wasn’t anything too unusual going on around here, it was simply SATURDAY! There was a very funny moment this evening when Chiara was discussing with Tom what Halloween costume would they wear when they went to a party with the theme: Enchanted Halloween. Ki has been online searching for appropriate attire and came up with a fairy-like outfit adorned with leaves. Since they want to match somewhat, what does that leave (no pun intended) Tom to dress as? The suggestion of stump came up but that was quickly withdrawn. Chiara found a sort of shawl and hat that looked medieval and after ALL of the laughter died down, we all began firing out suggestions; Maybe he could be a wizard, or a gnome or The Grim Reaper which put Chiara into hysterics, not to mention Tom who was more hysterical at the thought! How about a Leprechaun?
Pasha was quite evident tonight. Wherever Mommy went or the baby, Pasha was soon to follow. Did you know that in Egypt Siamese cats were used to guard the throne of the King of Siam? Pasha stands watch over our Prince.
Pasha Guards Fletcher
Mommy, baby Fletch and Pasha
It’s a wrap tomorrow morning! I’m flying home, Peter will pick me up in Newark and we’ll head down to the shore. LIfe just won’t be as exciting or as interesting to read about as it has been these past few days! Oh well….
Posted in Amuse-bouche du jour, BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Frankie, Friends, Smooth or Crunchy, tagged Chiara, Delta, Finley, flight attendants, Francesca, Frankie, Mickey Mouse, New York City, Starbucks, Target, Venti on January 17, 2013| 1 Comment »
Well it’s finally here; Tuesday the 15th and I’m going home today. Back to New York City, back to my husband who I have missed and back to my two cats who I hope have missed me.
Finley goes off to school and Francesca and I have breakfast and I decide to give this blasted kitchen floor one more washing to see if I can get it really clean. I did and it didn’t. I think Chiara is right, she has to get the floor steam-cleaned or try a scrub brush because the swifter dry-wet combo hasn’t worked and neither has a sponge mop.
Chiara returned and said, let’s get ready to go to the store; We have to return the lamp for the toy room which was broken and I’m sure as we stroll through the aisles of Target, any number of things will jump in the cart. I’m looking forward to Target’s because Starbucks is there and this seems like a Venti morning for sure. I have been packing up my stuff since yesterday and now I’m just about done. It’s been a lugubrious task 😦
It’s really lovely and sunny today as it has been for the last week and I’m sure I will miss the weather. Target was a bit empty but then again how can you really have any idea how many people are in a store the size of a football field? Today it was less than 20 minutes before Frankie moved from buckled to un-buckled and in the basket to out of the basket. She’s getting really good at this! She enjoyed the Bath an dBedding department because we saw Mickey Mouse towels and a Spider Man drinking cup and toothbrush holder. Chiara is a feminist, there are three females and only one male in the house, well two if you count Pasha but he is neutered after all. So what is the first thing Francesca says when she sees the Spider Man stuff? “That’s boy’s”? Yes she did and she often ends her phrases and sentences with a questioning rise in her tone. Very cute!
She managed to try on at least 5 pairs of shoes on her own in the shoe department and pointed out the gender of a lot of toys while she and I waited for Mommy to make a decision about a lamp and a rug. Eventually we filled two carts…oh didn’t I mention that we had two carts today?
It’s time to pack up and head for the airport. Feeling blue is an understatement but I try to make small talk along the way with Chiara and Finley. Timing was perfect because when they dropped me off at the Delta departure terminal, all they had to do was drive over to the Jet Blue arrival terminal and pick up Tia who will stay with them for 2 weeks. Help is never far away…and I learned later that evening that Tia wept tears of joy at seeing Finley and Frankie (and we all know Frankie is her favorite).
I got my suitcases, gathered up my blazer, swung my computer and handbag on my shoulder and kissed Francesca goodbye, hugged and kissed Chiara and went around to the other side of the car to kiss Finley goodbye and tried VERY hard to control my voice which was quivering and say goodbye and I love you very much to her. She looked at me and saw my eyes were brimming so I just kissed her again and closed the door. I decided to go into the airport to check my bag and there were no lines. There was a reservations clerk and another Delta employee alongside of her who seemed to be a greeter. She was all smiles and cheery and asked me how I was. AND that’s when I began to cry. I couldn’t stop myself even though I knew I was making a scene. Thank God the area was almost completely empty. I told her I had to leave the grandchildren and she immediately extended empathy and said she understood as we all love our grandchildren so much. Asked me where I was going and assured me I would be back soon. Valiantly I pulled myself together to get checked in and PAY for the suitcase which I find really ridiculous that you cannot have even ONE piece of luggage stowed! When I got to the gate and sat down I called Peter and of course started crying tears of sorrow again. This was going to be a rough ride home…
Before boarding the attendants asked passengers to surrender their carry-on bags and allow them to go into cargo because the flight was full and overhead space as always limited. Considering that Delta charges to put bags in cargo, gee what a surprise that everyone had a suitcase with them. They also repeated company policy dictating only two pieces per person allowed and your handbag was one and my computer the other one. I did have a bulging carry-on bag with me too. I debated about what to do because I did not want to be embarrassed at the entrance to the jetway so I went up to the desk and asked if they were charging for the bags that they were now storing. “No” – well okay then, here’s my bag. How nice to go down the narrow aisle carrying nothing more than my handbag and my laptop!!
And guess what? It was! NOT because I was teary but because there were two children in the row in front of me. One with her mother and grandfather and the other with the grandmother. At least the one with the grandmother in front of me was well-behaved BUT OMG the one across the aisle was wild. I think she was around two and she would NOT stop screaming. You know that awful loud shriek and make-believe tears because there are no real tears just a long whining whimper and it went on and on. The couple behind them were beside themselves. They tried to change seats, they asked for earplugs. I’m telling you she would not stop and the mother remained calm and did try several things to placate her but nothing worked. I mean REALLY what did she want? If it was to sit with Grandma, couldn’t they have switched seats? Well actually they did pass both kids twice back and forth OVER THE HEAD of the man sitting on the aisle seat in front of me!!! At one point the mother took the crying kid to the back of the plane and managed to get caught behind the food service which meant although I could still hear the crying (we all could), can you imagine what it was like for the people in the rows behind me who now had this kid right next to them?
The best part of the trip was yet to come. Tom had a car service waiting for me at LGA. The nice young man took my luggage which came out almost immediately and had me home in record time.
It’s always nice to come home!
Posted in Amuse-bouche du jour, BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Frankie, Friends, tagged Chiara, Florida, Francesca, Frankie, Lowes, Madison Avenue, New York City, Starbucks, Target Corporation on January 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »
The store that is! There’s just something about the allure of big box stores. Give a woman with a new house to set up and a car to get around and sure enough the GPS has found Target, Walmart, Home Goods, Pet Supermarket and Lowes.
By midweek, the house is really shaping up and the only problem is each room that we tackle ends up needing something she doesn’t have or needs to be replaced. So we set off for Target pronounced Tar-zhay when you want to pretend you’re shopping on Madison Avenue in Manhattan instead of a strip mall in Florida! And this was no ordinary run-of-the-mill Target store. NO, this was a SUPER TARGET. Really it was like a Mall unto itself. And one of the best things about it was that there was a Starhucks cafe inside it. Nothing like that extra shot to get you moving down those aisles. Fortified finally with a Grande Americano I’m ready to roll. I say finally because unlike my home in New York City where I can walk across the street and get my morning fix, here you have to really be dressed and get in the car and drive into the commercial district of Delray Beach to get to a Starbucks. AH, but who knew that
Target was on target when it came to keeping the shoppers in the store and fueled to buy nonetheless.
Of course we have two carts because one of them is for bouncy bouncy child and one for the loot. This store is SO BIG that Chiara gives me some of the items to locate and she goes off in another direction. She needs an ironing board, they don’t have any! Really! She needs a small dish drying rack, like my sleek stainless steel one. They don’t have any. She needs a few good knives, they only carry one line and they weren’t very good. I have to continually return to her and report in what I have found that might replace what she really wanted, which of course she doesn’t so I have to return it to its appropriate aisle. Mind you the store is ginormous and I’m not saying Francesca was crying…but let’s just say I dnn’t have any problem locating them – I have a good ear!!
Frankie always starts out in the carriage, even buckled in, but sometime between the “I hold it” and “I’m cold” she is out of the buckled seat and into the basket itself. This neccessitates cargo transference as 4 boxes of padded hangers and a toaster oven go into my basket which heretofore held only a small bottle of eye makeup remover and tinted moisturizer. Now I’m hauling Vitamin water, Pampers Pull-Ups, and other assorted sundries.
The sun was extremely intense that day and believe it or not, with all the things I did pack to go to Florida, I forgot my sunglasses. I knew I had to buy a pair today because I could hardly keep my eyes open in the car. I ask a store clerk where they are and by the time she finished giving me directions, I knew the last sentence was going to be “….Turn right at the second star and straight on till morning”. The sun glasses were truly at the opposite end of the store and it so happens that children’s shoes were there too. As I met up with Chiara I note that Frankie is no longer is the basket, she is now on the loose. Francesca is a climber, a runner and a mischief with a mind of her own. In other words she is TWO. Chiara wants to go get something so couldn’t I just keep an eye on her for a minute? Well I could if I could spin my neck around 360 degrees! She is moving at the speed of sound between the aisles and trying to keep her in one place while maneuvering my cargo barge on wheels and carrying a handbag is not an easy feat. For a while I had her amusing herself with the brightly-colored wristwatches but she was able to grasp them and soon she was trying to buckle a lime green Swatch-like watch to her arm all the while repeating, “Frankie’s watch”.
After the watches we moved on to Jewelry and the rows of dangling beaded necklaces were soon the source of a color-identifying lesson. Some she would lightly touch and say the color, otherls like silver and gold she looked to me for an answer. She is so funny because of course she wants (and often does) touch everything but when you say to her, “Don’t touch”, she looks at you and holds both hands up in front of her with palms facing outward and says, “Just see”. It is so cute, I can’t stand it.
By this time I am really wishing Chiara would return. Frankie ran off so fast and into a main aisle, that in order to catch her, I had to abandon the cart with my handbag in it, so I could catch her and bring her back. Just as Chiara returned, Francesca removed her shoes and proceeded to walk around barefoot. She was cruising down the center aisle with no shoes and Chiara and I were following her. I turned to my daughter and said something to the effect that I found it rather interesting that she yelled at Tom and me for walking into the playroom with our shoes and here her daughter was walking barefoot in a public store, for God’s sake and let’s not forget that while the other one is in nursery school eating an organic lunch, Frankie wolfed down a box of 4 chocolate truffles and wouldn’t even give me a bite. Oh how much easier life is for child number
two. I reminded her that it was I who bought the lollipops about an hour ago but regardless she wasn’t sharing.
Sticky fingers and all we headed for the check out counter. We still had time to hit Walmart before Finley got home from school!
Posted in Finley Ray, Frankie, Friends, Smooth or Crunchy, tagged Breakers, Chiara, Closet, Finley, Florida, Francesca, iPhone, Tom on January 10, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Sunday – But I asked for a late checkout till 1pm so I could be at the house and the last big push was on to get the girls rooms done. Finley and Francesca were still at The Breakers (ordering up room service no doubt) with Martini (yes that is her name) , one of the hotel’s Nannies. Moving is upsetting to everyone and Chiara wanted them to come to their new house and be able to see their rooms all set up. I think I was still working on the kitchen trying to figure out what dishes to put in what cabinet. I have this organization thing about kitchens and I’m trying to lay it out the way I probably learned in Home Economics class lol.
This IS a Martha Stewart closet!
Tom was setting up his office and playing music way too loud! So loud that we had to scream his name to turn it down a couple of times because we couldn’t communicate at all on the second floor. At this point I decided to re-do the linen closet. This is where OCD comes into play and usually someone benefits. On Saturday Tom hired his assistant from work and her daughter to help us unpack boxes and put stuff away. At one point in the afternoon I saw both the mother and daughter sitting on the floor folding sheets and towels and putting them in the linen closet. I looked at the closet on Sunday morning and knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep IF I didn’t re-fold the towels and sheets and blankets. Luckily for me (and for her), Chiara agreed that the closet didn’t look good. Tom came by and saw me pulling stuff out and refolding and remarked that the daughter had done the closet and then the mother said it was wrong and they re-did it. NOW I was doing it again-so many man hours, it’s a good thing this isn’t a Union job! Martha, on the other hand would be perfectly pleased as the closet was now a work of art if I do say so myself!
And speaking of communication…Tom took me back to my hotel to get the cat and check out. On the way he wondered out loud if Chiara had packed the champagne they had gotten as a gift at the Policeman’s Ball. I texted her and the instant reply was “Shit no you better call The Breakers right away”. Not having both feet firmly planted in the 21st Century nor having the money to spend on one, I don’t have an iPhone but at least I had my Droid and internet access. So I look up The Breakers on Google or rather I try to look it up. Have you ever tried to see your screen in the bright Florida sunshine? I swear I scrolled all over what came up on mobile and THERE WAS NO CONTACT US link to be found. OK so I called the reservation desk and spoke to someone who after I explained the situation, said she would connect me to the front desk. FIVE full minutes later I hung up the phone and spent another five squinting and twisting myself every which way in the seat to find a spot where I actually could see the screen. I called another number also connected to a site proclaiming, of course, reservations. After I went through my spiel that the Clarks had checked out but had forgotten a very expensive bottle of champagne in the room, I was informed I would need to call the actual hotel they were just for reservations and were off-site. Geez!
On the phone again to the original reservation clerk, I tell her that she left me on hold so I hung up. She explained she was trying to get someone at the front desk. Rachel (her name) said the room had been cleaned and no one reported finding anything. I told her someone had to have seen the bottle there. She then mentions things left behind like a bottle could be considered trash by the cleaning staff. I’m hot, tired and sitting in a car in the sunshine while my son-in-law buys some lunch so I very loudly say to Rachel, “NO ONE would see this bottle and throw it out! If they don’t have it someone does”. Ok, ok, she is going to get a hold of the front desk. Tom returns and since this is his thing, I give him my phone, put on speaker and tell him what she has said so far. Apparently, the Clarks did not actually check out but since check out is 12 noon and the hotel has the card number, they WERE checked out. And we are being told that there was an open bottle of champagne but that was trashed”. Well, this one was not opened and it cost $1000! Visibly or rather audibly Rachel is struggling to make some sense of something that is not her problem because she is just a reservation clerk but trying hard to help. She comes back on the line and says, “Good News, they have the bottle and they are holding it at the security desk for you”. Ah great all is well……..
Fast forward to about 4pm and I tell Tom he better go get the girls because it will be dark soon and they have yet to see their new house and they have to eat and bathe because Finley starts school tomorrow at 8am! Off he goes BUT he stops at Lowes first and I have no idea where it was or how far it was BUT both Clarks use their GPS to find their way to the Post Office, Starbucks or Sears Roebuck! THEN he went to the hotel and called me to say that now he was being told that they did not have the bottle. Ridiculous! Fortunately I remembered who we had spoken to-Rachel who of course by now was nowhere to be found. It is 6:45pm and the girls are still at the hotel as is Tom but not the champagne. “COME HOME”! he is loudly directed by his wife. For God’s sake those kids have to eat.
EAT? There’s no food in the house, Chiara didn’t go to the grocery store because she wanted to be home when the girls arrived and take their pictures. Delivery Dudes again! Needless to say it was pitch black when they arrived, best laid plans blah blah blah,
Did I mention that we have been cleaning the house every day since Saturday? Well the very expensive Dyson vacuum cleaner wasn’t working (didn’t she know that before she had it packed?), the Swifter box was rapidly depleting as I discarded one black cloth after another and then one black wet Swifter pad after another. Tom returned not with the champagne but with a new Dyson but by that time we were too exhausted to open the box! We were all Blackfoot Indians and everyone knew they had to wash their feet before getting into bed or collapsing on the bed, whichever came first!
Sweet dreams Finley, BIG day tomorrow at your new school. What kind of nursery school starts at 8am and ends at 2:20pm? The private kind, the uniform kind.
Posted in Finley Ray, Frankie, tagged Breast cancer awareness, Costume, Cotton candy, Finley Ray Clar, Finny, Francesca, Frankie, Halloween, Nail polish, Piglet, Pink, Pink ribbon, Prosecco on November 2, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Pink is everywhere! It’s not just pink ribbons for breast cancer awareness anymore. My two granddaughters have taken PINK to a whole new level.
We’ve had pink coats, pink hats, pink dresses, pink Uggs, pink socks, pink shoes, pink bows, pink tutu’s, pink chairs, pink princess costumes, pink wands, pink dishes, pink sippy cups, pink leotards, pink tights, pink ballet slippers, pink pajamas, pink nail polish, pink blankets, pink tea sets…well you get the pink picture! Last month we had a PINKALICIOUS birthday party where both girls wore pink chiffon dresses and Pinkerella and her ladies in waiting entertained about 25 kids ALL wearing pink. Most adults had pink on too! There was pink cotton candy, pink M & M’s, pink lollipops, pink gummy bears, pink lemonade, pink Prosecco, pink plates, pink napkins, pink balloons everywhere, and more pink than you could imagine.
NOW Halloween has turned into pink – no longer a garish orange and black celebration. Finley Ray and Francesca dressed for this candy-grabbing, mischief-making holiday in what eles? PINK!
Finley was a delicious Cotton Candy Fairy. My daughter’s friend, Michael, a very talented Broadway dresser, created this confection and it was truly pinkalicious. Francesca donned a furry pink Piggy outfit and she was as cute as a pretty little girl could be dressed as a Piglet.
"This is my Fairy wand"
I'm a pink and sweet Cotton Candy Fairy
This little Piggy had candy
Posted in Finley Ray, Frankie, tagged Finley, Finny, Francesca, Frankie, New York Yankees on October 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »
First there was Nat King Cole and his daughter Natalie, then Frank and friends, Tony Bennett and Andrea Bocelli….and NOW Finley and Francesca. Do I hear Heart and Soul?? Thanks Tia!!
"We're warming up for the 7th inning stretch"!