Let's play a game. It's called "Where is the Driveway?" Daddy already lost...
There's no getting out the front door...that's for sure!
Poor mailbox...
I found the driveway! I win! Thanks for rescuing us, Mike!
Although mommy is sad that I'm growing so quckly, she is super excited that I'm finally big enough to fit into some of my more fashionable clothes.
Here I am in my "Italian mafia" outfit complements of Grandma Marilyn. All I'm missing is a gold chain and a New Jersey accent!