Ayee and Uncle B go to the Deli

Moomy and daddy told me that Ayee and Uncle B's "love you forever" party was beautiful.  Moomy said that she cried, but it was a happy cry.  I don't know what that means. I cry when I'm sad, tired, cold, hungry, ready to get out of my crib and have burps.  But never when I'm happy.

Moomy said I would understand when I'm an even bigger boy.  

My toes are very happy for you, Ayee and uncle B!  Maybe you can make a cousin for me and I can roar at it like Georgie roars at my face.

Ayee and Uncle B. went to the new deli for their happy moon trip.  Daddy likes corned beef the best.  Daddy said that they will not just be at the new deli, but will go to different delis too.

I was a normal baby on the plane home: not too good and not too bad.  I didn't pee or poo on moomy this time, so I guess I was more good than bad.

We flew over uncle B's home town. Daddy said that we shouldn't flush the toilet until we pass Carman.  Sorry, Altona!

Popo flew on the plane with us to make sure we got there safe.  She makes my toes happy.

Zaidee came home with us for a visit.  He is daddy's daddy from the old country.

 This is my Zaidee horsey at the airport