Momz, Dad and I appreciate all the hard work you put into setting up our stay at the Grand Hyatt in Taipei. I know you spent sleepless nights and sent countless e-mails to make sure everything was set up just right. In the end we had amazing meals, particularly breakfast...
Don't we look satisfied after a filling Taiwanese breakfast spread?!
And in between bonding with Gong Gong and the Original PoPo and exploring the city, we settled into cushy beds in our large rooms with views of Taipei 101 and even got to explore the beautiful spa. It was also very cool to get to see them setting up their holiday decorations, including the HUGE tree that went up in the lobby with all those fun decorations.
And what can I say about the excellent service? Supreme job, ladies!
I hope we can make staying at this wonderful place a new family tradition.
Me encanta el jersey y gorro que me hiciste. Eres una artista de primera categoria. A mi madre tambien le encanta. A ver si asi se le hace mas facil acordarse de mi nombre que siempre me esta llamando "Cuqui" o "Cuquichin" o "Miamor" o "Peanut" . Se le va la oya, de verdad (ya ves que pinta de loca tiene!), asi que agradecemos la ayuda.
Dad says I'll probably be doing this a lot, so I'd better get an early start. He also said you'd know exactly what I mean. So I figured I'd take advantage of the sunny day in Bryant Park to get my fitness on.
Some young punk in my play group asked me the other day, "How many yachts can you water ski behind?" So I decided to suit up and diligence this age-old question myself.
The Double G Me
My pursuit led me on a wild ride throughout Manhattan.
Raiding Windsor Castle didn't help; no one's ever there.
Coffee shops (even Bouchon) are for hippies.
Getting warmer...
Finally, SUCCESS!!! Dad had the answer all along: "Yachts are for sissies, but you can never have too many private jets."
Thanks for letting me take over your blog for the day. I know you were real busy and all, so I'm happy I could help.
(Zara t-shirt, cords n booties)
Today, you needed no reminding to send your Auntie Sandra a Happy Birthday card. It lightened her day, which was useful, considering she's now almost through her first trimester with the twins.
Then it was off to the library, where you gave Mom a hard time, per usual. What does she expect? There's too much going on there with all the books and kids and classes and read alongs for us to take a nap, amiright?!
Finally, it was time to hang with the Abuelos while Moms and Dad attended some HBS thing or another. The point is, we got to give F n J the download on what's been going on in the BPC.
We sure love ourselves some Abuelos!
Gotta run now. I have a cool date with the gentle cycle.
I had an adventurous day with Moms and Dad peepin' your exhibition at the MoMa. You sure can draw, and all over the walls... How do you get away with it? Moms was also super excited to show me the first cubist painting by a dude named Picasso. He's Spanish, just like half of me, even though my Godfather to be insists he's French. What's that about?
Mom (excited) and me (not so much) on our way to visit Diego. Sculpture garden's in the background.
When we made it to your gallery, there was tons of security, but Moms desperately wanted some record of my having been there, so she made Dad do this:
Clandestine snapshot in the Diego exhibit. Dad got yelled at for having his camera out.
My favorite part was getting to see the sketches and pictures of your Rockefeller Centrer mural that was destroyed over the portrait of Lenin. You were such a rebel, and chubby, just like me. But, you were married to Frida Kahlo?! That's super cool! We saw some of her paintings on the fifth floor. She loves monkeys!
After your extensive exhibit, we refueled at the Cafe, which Dad especially needed.
See what I mean?
Seems like Moms was the only one not power napping.
A short rest later, I was ready to go!
She sure loves hugging me. How you like my hat? Abuelo says it looks like a baturro, an Aragonese hat.
So off we went in search of Picassos...
Is this a Picasso?
Is this a Picasso?
No luck in the beginning, but sure enough, we finally found him! Mom says I needed a picture with the Demoiselles d'Avignon, regardless of how many security guards chase us. But thankfully, my cuteness came to the rescue, and they looked the other way, just this one time. We made sure the flash was off, and Voila!
Dad, me and the Hiz-adies. "Hellloooo Ladies!"
That Picasso guy sure seems like he had the life! Mom says he was a Communist, just like you. I'm going to have to look into that as soon as I can Google.
Once we were done with Picasso, Dad gave me a flying tour of the remaining painting and sculptures. Bird's eye view is definitely the way to go when viewing priceless works of art!
And that was that! My first visit to the MoMa and my first viewing of your work. What a good time!
Mom says when I'm old enough, we can go to your home country to see your actual originals on real walls. I can't wait!
Dad's told me a lot about you, starting while I was in Mom's tummy. So, today he was very excited that she finally let him dress me. Of course, he opted for the sweet sweet Ducks jersey that Auntie Joan Claire and Uncle Dave gifted me.
Dressed up and ready to go, we proceeded to Win the Day...
Dad, super psyched to take me out and throw the ball around. (Nike Ducks onsie, Zara suspender jeans n white onsie)
Mom, getting schooled on how to Win the Day.
Training began in earnest once we made it outside...
High and tight, just like my Daddy taught me!
Now I can't wait til football season starts. Til then, we'll keep the spirit alive and continue to WTD every day!!!
In honor of your invention, see below for examples of how I lept today. Please bear with me, as I'm only a few weeks old, and there's only so much I can do at this point.
1. My heart lept every time I saw Moms coming to feed me.
2. I lept in my Momaroo, twice.
3. I lept straight into Dad's arms for a little flying action and a nap.
I'm glad my birthyear is marked by this fun quirk. Let's leap again in four years' time and see how far I've come.
