Surrounded by my robot army, I lit the menorah for the second night.

Then I opened my present – Connect 4!

My favorite thing is to drop a bunch of the discs in the slots real fast.


Surrounded by my robot army, I lit the menorah for the second night.

Then I opened my present – Connect 4!

My favorite thing is to drop a bunch of the discs in the slots real fast.


It’s the first night of Hanukkah and I have the menorah lighting duties!

After lighting the menorah, I got right to opening my present from Grandma and Grandpa.

It was a box of numbers that transform into robots!

Daddy and I spent some time making a little robot army. Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!

Here is some of the art I did at school in November.




I’m getting to be a pro at these early morning departures from Boston back to home.
Thanks for having us, Grandma and Grandpa! And for driving us to the airport in the middle of the night!



On the day before Thanksgiving, we headed to The Barn Cafe in Claremont, NH. Grandpa owns this building with his buddy, Gene. And Josh, the cafe’s owner, turned it into a friendly little place.
But, most importantly…we found out which way it is to Vermont!

On Thanksgiving Day, I went out in the snow and braved the cold. (It was REALLY cold.)


And on our last day before leaving, we visited Gene in Claremont and he put me to work in his drafting office.


Hello again, airport! Just a little excited to see airplanes all around me as I head east to see Grandma and Grandpa for Thanksgiving.

As is often the case, I just decide I’m going to say hello to the pilots before I board. And no one ever stops me!

Goodbye, Cascade Mountains.

Adios, North Dakota.

Hello, Boston Logan International Airport!

Me: I want to be the president one day.
Mommy and I then start talking about presidents, the U.S. government and how it works, and leaders of other countries.
Me: Actually, I don’t want to be the president. I want to be a dictator instead.
I like to leave Mommy little recordings using her Voice Memo phone app.
Hi, so, I don’t like hugs. I LOVE hugs. Any second I will, but right now I don’t. And NOW I do. In thousands of years, eventually, I will not like hugs forever and ever. I want a hug! I wanna…I DON’T want a hug! I was making a joke. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7, ma ma ma. Poking your white part of your upper eye is bad for you. Bye bye! I will go home.
West Linn Tidings, our local town newspaper, came to my school to watch us make a scarecrow for the garden!
