





Mommy and I at the table. I got to try meatballs and pasta! Yummy.
And here I am with Grandma. A big Italian man came to visit, but we didn't get any good photos! Maybe I'll have to teach Daddy how to use his digital camera.
I even got to try on Grandpa's hat.
Then I showed Daddy how to play the piano. It's EASY!
Only in Vegas do you get Patio Dining. I had my dinner outside, with some neat mountains in the distance to look at, instead of Ickycat.
And here I am, after a Target shopping spree, with Grandma and Grandpa in their "courtyard." That's what people that live in Las Vegas call a patio. Aren't they crazy?
Bye bye!