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Mickey's Fan Club!
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Updated: Sep 14, 2008  |
It has been a while since we have added anything here! WELL -- Mickey has finished preschool, visited Grandma and Grandpa in Kansas City, and turned 5!!!!!! On our trip to Kansas city we went to Worlds of Fun and rode all sorts of crazy rides, including one called the Spinning Dragon that Mickey would like to never go on again. He also had an early birthday party with all the relatives, and friends. It was lots of fun, and Mickey got his very own fishing pole. Daddy and Mickey had a good time fishing. They didn't catch anything this time, but a couple of lures are now floating in that lake from Mickey's new tackle box. OOOOPSIE! At Mickey's birthday party here in NYC, there was a threat of rain for a while, but thanks to our neighbors we found a good place to have the party indoors, but when the sun came out that pool was ready to go and man did Mickey and his friends get wet! Daddy made another amazing cake, and Mickey decided on the Power Ranger theme. Check out his new costume from Uncle Patrick! Papa can barely keep him out of it! Well that is all for now.......until after we move to the country! Look for an update about that in September. Well, we finally had a big enough snow storm and cold enough weather to have a couple days of sledding. There's a hill just big enough for a four year old up a few block in Ft. Tryon Park overlooking the Hudson River. It's really beautiful up there and fun with all the families sledding the big hill. Even when the one dumb seven year old kept walking up the middle of all the oncoming sleds careening like bats out of hell regardless of what his parents said to him and got rammed into full force by a four year old - not ours, thank you - and got his face bloodied. That event cleared the whole place out and it was all ours. For about 15 minutes. And then everyone returned to their senses and returned to the hill to sled. Even the dumb seven year old and his father returned, bloodied face and all. And he still kept climbing back up the hill in the middle of careening sleds. He'll either grow up to be President of the United States or he won't make it past thirteen. Whatever, Mickey, Papa and I had a great time. Uncle Patrick joined in the second day of sledding and returned to the apartment for a French toast brunch. Mickey's such a brave boy. He wanted to go down the hill all by himself, although he did humor Papa and me a few times and let us ride on the sled with him. And then there were the few times we convinced him to go down the hill, all three of us on the tiny sled. That was fun. Our apartment was being painted, and since Papa was on break for three weeks, Mickey took him down to visit Grandma Linda, Grandpa Dale, Auntie Mary and his cousins, K.C., Mark and Alex! What a blast!!!! There were dirtbikes to ride (with K.C. and Mark's help of course), an aquarium with sharks, moray eels and aligators to look at, and a Children's Museum complete with a pirate ship, kitchen and karaoke room! Later in the week, Grandpa Dale's Band played a gig, and Mickey danced up a storm to all of the songs. Then Grandma Linda took us both home for pizza. Auntie Mary had Mickey over for a sleepover TWICE! Mickey didn't sleep much but he sure had a good time wrestling with all three cousins. K.C. taught Mickey to use the gas and shift on his dirtbike. Mickey found out that if you go too fast you fall off. A few tears and a bandaid later, he was back out there on it though! Lots of fun! We came home to a nicely painted apartment and Daddy's home cooking. Yum-yum! So, this Fall we have had Mickey in gymnastics at the Chelsea Piers, a humongus facility with all sorts of things going on. Even during the gymnastics classes there are 100 classes going on all at once (much to Daddy's chagrin). Mickey loves rolling around, hopping, jumping, climbing the rock wall and jumping into the ball pit. We're thinking, come this spring, we may try soccer - a sport which will use up his energy and give him the ability to run around like the maniac he is. The first weekend of November found us in Asheville, North Carolina. Butch, one of Daddy's dearest friends, and his partner Monroe, finally tied the symbolic knot with a commitment ceremony in an Episcopal church in Biltmore village. It was a beautiful ceremony and Daddy played his violin. As one of Monroe's older brother's remarked, "well, it got better as you went along!" Indeed it did. Hmpf. Anyway. Mickey had a great time with Butch and Monroe's three little ones - Maria, Beatrice and Oliver - and all three of us had a great time trekking through the woods of the Arboretum. The day we flew back home we spent the afternoon at Biltmore, America's largest home, still owned by the Vanderbilt family. It was fascinating - you can't imagine that people actually lived there! We went to the farm on the Biltmore estate to see animals and was surprised by finding sitting in a stall, Mr. Claus! Mickey attends Medical Center Nursery School, a great nursery school at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. This is his second year there and we, and he, loves it. This year, his teachers have the children tell stories while one teacher writes the stories down. They then cast the story as if it were a play, and the children act it out. Below is Mickey's first two stories. We were blown away. The Fox and the Hound "First there was a fox and a hound, a little dog to be his friend. There was a big white dog who chased them and they couldn't run as fast as they can because they were too slow. They went and hid to a hiding place. The big white dog couldn't find them. They came out of the hiding place and now they are running on the Brooklyn Bridge. The big white dog is on a sailboat trying to catch them when they came off the bridge. The boat was tipping. Now they're off the bridge and they go on a sailboat. The hound was steering the boat and they got away." Scary Story Once upon a time the cockroach, the caterpillar and the six pigs were making a file. And then the monster and two ghosts said BOO and then they said BOO again. And they were scared and the monster trapped them in a cave with the ghostses. And then they carved up a pumpkin to have a pumpkin pie. And then they ran away and they crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and they went to see their grandma and grandpa. And the number two alligator was trying to snap them. The End. Well, we've been busy. Too busy to keep you all updated with pics. So, in one fell swoop, here's the fourth birthday party, Labor Day trip to Kansas City, sailing on the boat pond in Central Park, and sailing with friends Griffin, Katharine and Jonathan in a sickeningly turbulent New York harbor. Enjoy. So Daddy's boss, Hall, and his friend Mathilde decided that Daddy needed a VERY NICE vacation. They paid for our cabin on the "R Family Vacation" cruise aboard the norwegian Dawn. We saw Rosie O'Donnell and her family onboard, as well as Andrea McArdle (the original ANNIE on Broadway). She sang the song Tomorrow and Mickey sang along!!!!! The cruise was aboard the Norwegian Dawn, and MAN what a ship. There was a separate pool with three Dinosaur slides just for the kids (although Daddy went down a few times too!!!!), and Mickey got to be an Alien one day and a Pirate another. We went to Cape Canaveral, Key West and Great Stirrup Bay. It was a fun, relaxing, amazing time. Thank you Hall and Mathilde for doing that for us! Hope you enjoy all the pictures. Mid-June, Uncle Patrick invited Mickey, Papa and Daddy to his company's party in the Victorian Gardens of Central Park. It was a beautiful summer evening spent with families and friends. The latest photos on the photo pages are from that very fun evening and need no explanation here. Thank you Uncle Patrick! A few weeks back, Mickey shot his first film. Auntie Amy, best friend of Papa, is, among many things, a screenwriter. To pay her bills, Amy does hair and wigs for Broadway shows. She's been writing screenplays for a while and submitting them here and there as one does, but to little avail. She decided that the only way an early screenplay would get produced was if she did it herself. She gathered her money and cast and crew - read friends and colleagues - and hit the streets of New York. In the last scene of the movie she wanted to feature Mickey. Papa and Mickey arrived on set at 8:00 am on a rainy Sunday (Daddy was taking a cooking class). They were on the set for five hours - a long bit of hurry up an wait for a three year old, but Papa proudly reported that Mickey did fabulously. Papa's Details: So Mickey's only direction was that he had to pick his nose after the actress in white said "you are so beautiful!" Other than that all he had to do was listen to her and then run off camera to where I was standing. During each take, Mickey just got better and better. he noticed that the actress he was working with was looking at a lamp, so he looked at it with her. It certainly was helpful that his co-actor was a very attractice and tall woman who's other role was dancing in the chorus of the producers! When she told him to stop picking his nose in the scene, he yanked his hand down with "Lucille Ball-like" timing! He had to do this take about 20 times because his scene was also background to another scene that was going on. I was so impressed that he held it together as well as he did. It also helped that the food service table was LOADED with all the different cereals Papa and Daddy do not have at home....Lucky Charms, Trix, etc... When it was time for all the close up shots Mickey was nervous (and close to naptime too!) but he prevailed because he knew that I was going to go buy him 2 new trains because he was doing such a great job! Unfortunately he fell asleep on the way home, so the trip to the train store was delayed until the next day, but we have a budding actor in our family, and a gorgeous on at that! Ok. So we're behind in our stories. If you go to page 4 you'll see the pictures that go with this story. I'm keeping the Official Day photos first for a good while. Anyway, this past winter, what there was of it, Mickey went sledding for the first time. There's a park nearby with a good sledding hill for, well, sledding. We had one real good snow and we just had to get Mickey down it at least once. Luckily, he got two days of sledding in a row, and then that was that for the winter. When Mickey first saw the boys going down the hill sans parents, he had to go down the hill alone. Not on your life, buddy. So Papa and Mickey went down first. Looked fun and civilized. The camera batteries were going and we wanted a photo op for Mickey and Daddy, too, so the next ride down was with Mickey and Daddy. Now, when Daddy was young he used to be fearless, however, that hill scared the willy out of Daddy. As Mickey says, "Dat hill was past!" (Ps parade around as Fs here, for now.) But it wasn't that scary, so Papa and Daddy let Mickey go down the hill the next time all by himself. Unfortunately, the camera batteries had died, so no photos of his first solo flight. Watching our little boy shoot down that hill alone was a bit scary, but then we asked ourselves "what's the worse that could happen?" At the bottom of the hill he just bounced across the sidewalk and slammed into the fence and bounced off the sled into the snow. As Mickey exclaimed, "That was pun, Papa!" It's official! One year and four months after Mickey walked into our hearts, the Honorable Renee R. Roth, Surrogate Judge of the State of New York, officially declared Malik Corey Jones to be our son. Papa, Daddy and Mickey were joined by Richard Pravda, Esq. and their loving friends Uncle Patrick and Aunt Nancy in the judge's chambers in the NYS Surrogate Court building at 31 Chambers Street. The event began at 2:30, officially during Mickey's usual nap time. Like clockwork, Mickey fell asleep during the subway ride downtown. We thought he might sleep all the way through, but Daddy, who couldn't bear the thought of him missing anything, began whispering "You're going to miss the Judge" into his sleeping ear. Mickey finally roused and in short time was his usual energetic self, clowing in the old court room and taking pictures of people and things. There were three lucky families there to finalize adoptions, we were number two in line. We were escorted into the Judge's chambers by the world's tallest Court Clerk, whom Mickey would later photograph for his portrait gallery. Papa, Daddy, Mickey and Mr. Pravda sat at a table with Judge Roth, who swore everyone in, while Aunt Nancy and Uncle Patrick huddled together tearfully on a sofa nearby. When it came time to raise our right hands, Mickey was urged to do the same by Judge Roth, only he had to be prompted which was the right hand, and he gladly raised it as soon as he switched his Tootsie Roll Pop, given to him by the judge, to his left hand. Judge Roth asked questions like "Do you know why you're here?", Mickey answered "To see a judge.", "How long have you been together?", "How long was the adoption process?" and other small talk, I assume to determine whether we had twelve heads or not, and then launched into formal proceedings of verifying that the paper work presented to her as well as the signatures affixed thereto were true. Of course they were, at which point she declared him to be ours and wished us well and instructed us to do well by him. In a few weeks, we'll find in our mailbox a new birth certificate for Malik Corey Masters along with an official adoption certificate. We'll apply for a new social security card for him and then be off and running - to where, God only knows. But we are a very happy bunch and he is a very happy little man. So we all boarded a plane for Seattle for a little spring break over the Easter weekend. We stayed at Auntie Mame's house, I mean, at Sunny & John's house and had a great time. Mickey relished the fact that Sunny had a cat (Stone) that actually liked to be picked up, unlike our cat (Maxwell) who'd sooner eat your arm than consider an ounce of affection. Mickey "got" that Sunny's house was nice and the view was special, especially when he discovered the seals sun bathing on a buoy in the bay. We went to the zoo, the aquarium, the Space Needle, and some crazy thing called "Whirligig" - a "carnival" of inflatables that little ones could jump in, and slide down and at which Mickey jumped and slid and screamed himself plum silly. The weather was beautiful and it was a break from NYC that we all needed. Thank you Sunny and John! (We forgot our camera, so Sunny loaned us her digital while she was there and then her old-fashioned film camera after she took off for Hawaii. Once we get the film developed in six years or so, we'll post those pics as well.) Here's a clip of Mickey's first road race - The Race! When Mickey gets older, he certainly could be runner - he loves to run, and even at three years of age, he runs well and fast. Papa learned of an annual 5K road race supponsored by an Irish pub in the neighborhood. Each year, Coogan's sponsors the 5K race to raise money for their neighbor, the Armory and National Track and Field Hall of Fame. After the last adult runner of the 5K crosses the finish line, the exciting races begin - those of the children. There are races for boys and girls, 2 to 10 years old. Their races are only a few blocks long, but the sidewalks are packed with cheering onlookers, noisily coaxing the littles to the finish line. Papa signed Mickey up. We all were psyched, even Uncle Patrick came up from Williamsburg (that's only in Brooklyn, but it sounds far). The day before the race, the weather was perfect for a race run in short shirt sleeves, but the weather the day of required we all be bundled from head to toe. The atmosphere was exciting as there were hundreds of runners and onlookers gathered for the event. We signed Mickey in and he received his race T-shirt and the numbers to be pinned to his back. As we gathered under the banner for 3 year olds we discovered other kids from the neighborhood who would be running as well. Even though I love to run, I found myself at the finish line with the camera, and Tom, who'd rather have glass in his eye than to ever run, found himself at the starting line preparing to run the race with Mickey. The "on your mark, get set, go" was given and they little boys took off, Mickey flyin' like the wind. Out from behind, and veering like an errant helium balloom, a little boy laid Mickey out flat in the middle of Fort Washington Avenue. Being the three year old that he is, Mickey began to cry, but got up and kept running. (The ironic thing is, the offending boy is the son of a real competitive runner.) Tom later said that if Mickey hot not been knocked flat, he would have crossed the finish line first. At the finish line, local firemen and policemen waited with arms full of medals hanging from striped ribbons for all the winners. It was all very exciting and emotional and Mickey proudly and rightfully exclaimed, "I won!" We were supposed to visit Grandma and Grandpa Masters in North Carolina for Thanksgiving. Long story short, we missed the plane, so Papa rescheduled our tickets so we could spend the Martin Luther King weekend in Wilmington, NC with Grandma and Grandpa. It was great to see them and Mickey also enjoyed meeting his cousins KC, Mark and Alex. Here is a clip of the four of them dancing to Grandpa's hot guitar. Actually, KC is not dancing. He's standing there stupefied (sp?) that Grandpa could make his guitar sound like that. Watch the video. Here's a clip of Mickey taking a break from riding his bike. I don't remember what we were eating. I asked him to sing Twinkle Twinkle, which he did, but he insisted on being funny and coy. I just think he's cute to watch. Watch the video. Long story short (I've already typed this once and somehow deleted it), Santa brought Mickey a bike for Christmas. He goes like crazy on it. Here's a clip of him Christmas morning with his bike. Watch the video. Mickey's first week of school was a great success! Mickey's nursery school has a graduated schedule for the first two weeks for the little ones going to school all day. Monday was 9 to 11, Tuesday 9 to 11:30 and so forth. I had a feeling that Mickey's schedule would not go just so because when he had his interview last winter and then when we had our first parent/teacher conference the Thursday before school was to start, Mickey was NOT happy about having to leave. However, we decided to play along and on his first day we did not pack his lunch, expecting him to stay only until 11:00. For weeks leading up to his first day, we've been reading at bedtime a book the school produced called Benjamin Goes To School, about a little boy who goes to nursery school and all the things he does during the day, including going to the restroom, washing his hands, having snack, lunch and naptime. The school also produced a book of photographs of all the children that would be in Mickey's class so that the children could become familiar with each other before the first day of school. Mickey had most of the kid's names down, but for some he had mental blocks; if a child looked somewhat cross, he couldn't remember her name or if the child look fairly generic, his name wouldn't stick either. The morning of the first day was easy at home. The first thing the little man said when he came toddling down the hallway after climbing out of bed was, "I go to school!" From that springboard, it was easy to get him dressed, fed and out the door. He was quite the eager and helpful boy. We walked up the hill, or at least I walked up the hill carrying the ever growing Mickey on my hip, up to the M4 bus stop where there were other children and parents anxiously making their first trip to school, too. I scanned the crowd and found no face from the book. The bus ride is thankfully short, going from 181st down to 170th. Once off the bus at 170th we run full speed down the block to the nursery school. Mickey bounded through the lobby of the building to the stairs up to the second floor. He climbed the stairs as fast as he could and tore off to the gated door to the nursery school. Try as he might, he could not pull the gate open without help from Daddy. As soon as the gate was cracked open an inch, Mickey shot into the nursery school, running helter skelter looking for his classroom and Mercy, his teacher. I corralled him into the cubby room where we unpacked his blanket for nap time along with all the other required paraphenalia. As soon as I said "okay" he was off again like a light, darting here and there, not knowing where he was going, but determined to find Mercy and his classroom. I directed him to the correct door and as he made his entrance he announced, "I have friends!" Well, that just about did me in. As we prepared him for his foray into school, we introduced everything that he would encounter, the good and potentially scary. We promoted school with the wonderful news that he would meet lots of new friends, and before he could ever officially meet them, he was confident that he had already made friends with them all. I let Mickey reacquaint himself with his room as I took care of official business with the office. Once that was finished I milled around the reception area as I was told to do by Mercy, hanging out to see if he would freak or if the coast would be clear so that I could leave. Well, I was as nervous as I could be, my stomach doing flip flops as if I were about to step out on the stage of my first Broadway show. I kept peeking into the classroom only to find him at the sandbox with Ruby or playing trains with Yian. I finally caught Mercy's eye, together we silently acknowledged that he was okay and I could leave. Now, all the school material guided parents to say goodbye before leaving but today it just didn't make sense to take that risk, so I left quietly and headed home. I got home, read email, looked at the clock and realized that 9 to 11 is not much time, so at 10:30 I headed back to school. I was greeted in reception by a parent who announced, "They're up on the roof!" Well, for an instant I felt as though I was in a B movie in which the nursery school children had taken the teachers hostage and fled to the roof where they awaited escape with the aid of one of the traffic helicopters that are always overhead reporting the delays on the George Washington bridge. Before my imagination could carry me away too far, Mercy came through the gate. She saw me and said he was doing great, that about 15 minutes after I left he discovered Daddy was gone, upon which news he sniffled a few times and then was off to the block corner with Sara. Later in the week Tom confessed that it made him sad that Mickey liked school so much, at that very moment I had the same feeling - couldn't he miss us just a tiny bit? Oh well. Mercy said I could go up to the roof, that they'd be done soon and I could take him home. I went up one flight to the roof and found the playground and a herd of children circling the jungle gym on a variety of wheeled cycles. Mickey's "bike" had a cart like appendage onto which the largest child in the class decided to recline. Mickey was not pleased, and graciously tried to convince the child to remove himself. To no avail. Ever the soldier, Mickey pedalled on, slowly wheeling he and the large child around the end of the jungle gym. Soon Mickey's legs gave out and there was no forward movement. Mickey climbed off, resumed negotiating the childs evacuation, but still no luck. He put one hand on his hip, scratched his head with the other and took stock of the situation. A light bulb went off and he took hold of the handle bars and with all his might began to push the bike and large child around the playground. Jean, another of his classroom teachers, finally stepped in and made the large child get off and find his own bike. At which point Mickey climbed back on and took off like Mario Andretti at the Indy 500. Mercy announced a 5 minute warning and when 5 minutes was up, it was time to line up. That was my cue to gather Mickey. "One more minute!", he began pleading. He was not happy to leave, tears and screaming ensued. We gathered our things from his cubby and made our way outside. We headed to the park where we played and climbed on rocks. I could tell the little man was hungry, so we headed to the deli for turkey sandwiches and then to the backyard of our building where we enjoyed lunch in the sunshine. The first day of school was over but before I left Mercy agreed that perhaps he could handle a full day right away. Tuesday I would bring lunch and hope for the best. In short, Mickey stayed the full day Tuesday and every day the rest of the week. He loves school. We've already had some challenges and learned some lessons; Mickey has learned he HAS to walk in school, and Daddy has learned NEVER to dress him overalls for school. What can I say. He was CUTE in his overalls and yellow and blue striped shirt! Weekend before last we went to the Berkshires with our friends Sebastian, Suzanne and Luca. We all drove separately (or none of us woulda survived Friday, much less a whole weekend!). While the Zubietas went on their way to their own lodging in Lenox, Papa, Mickey and I went to stay with our favorite innkeeper, Ali Winston, at her B&B, Staveleigh House, in Sheffield, Massachusetts. We've stayed with Ali maybe only 5 times, but whenever we see her it feels like we're seeing an old friend. Big changes had taken place at Staveleigh House since our last visit; Ali and husband Harry had added on brand new innkeepers quarters for them and their beautiful son, Sergio, and they'd added to their menagerie which now includes Louise, a 23 year old horse, Golda, a golden retriever, Gus, a cartigan corgi, Murray, a fast-mouthed parrot, and three cats which preferred to remain aloof. Hmpf, cats. After we fed Louise a bunch of carrots, patted Golda and gave multitudinous rubs to Gus's belly, we headed to Guido's Market where we loaded up on cheese, crackers, flat breads, salamies, strawberries and peaches, then to Grape Finds for a couple bottles of red wine and then off we went to Tanglewood, the glorious summer home of the the Boston Symphony Orchestra where we dined on the lawn with the Zubietas while bathing in the soothing sounds of the BSO's concert of classical music written by Spanish composers. When Mickey first saw the wide expanse of the Tanglewood lawn, his eyes popped and then off he ran as if he'd been shot out of a canon. Luca, Mickey, Suzanne and Daddy ran off to the garden maze and played "hide and seek" and "catch me if you can", just like Hugh Grant, Emma Thompson, Minnie Driver and Colin Firth in some Merchant-Ivory flick. (Not sure if I was Hugh, Emma, Colin or Minnie!) The running around was mostly in an effort to wear the boys out. Alas, only the adults were worn out. Eventually we headed back to the blanket and the spread of cholesterol and red wine. We all dug in and had a glorious time. For three year olds, Mickey and Luca were marvelously well-behaved the entire evening. Mickey, Luca and Daddy watched as the stars came out one by one till there were thousands. It was a beautiful night. Saturday morning, Mickey, Papa and Daddy were treated to a scrumptious breakfast with lots of needed coffee at Staveleigh House before we headed off to meet the Zubietas at the Berkshire Scenic Railway for a 45 minute, round trip ride on vintage trains. After a Marx Bros. attempt at meeting up with the Zubietas here and there, we all finally met up, headed into Lenox for some "intellect" - coffee and pastries - before heading on to the the railroad museum for a fun time riding old trains. Mickey and Luca are WILD about trains - must be a boy thing. (However, Daddy remembers lots of stuffed animals from his childhood, but then that's another story!) After our train ride in Lenox, the Zubietas and Masters-Olsens parted ways. Mickey, Papa and Daddy headed into Great Barrington for beers (root, that is!) and sandwiches at the Great Barrington Brewery before returning to Staveleigh House for some much needed shut-eye. That evening we attempted to go to Jacob's Pillow, a long running dance festival in Beckett, for an outdoor dance performance which ended up being rained out. So, to make up for the lost dance performance, we danced our way through the wetlands next to the Jacob's Pillow campus. Luckily we saw no bears. After cavorting in the woods, we went and had Mexican food at some restaurant in Great Barrington with a ridiculously unprounceable name - Xicohtencatl! Whatever. Sunday morning we had more good things to eat for breakfast, fussed over Louise, Golda and Gus and then went off to the Norman Rockwell Museum. I tell you, I love that place. I find it so fascinating to see the original famous paintings and I know that he is looked down upon as a real artist, but I think people who think of him as only as an illustrator have screws loose. His paintings are so emotionally evocative when you seen then up close and in person. I frequently found myself teary-eyed. The grounds are not nearly as expansive as those at Tanglewood, but my God are they beautiful. So, after we made our way through the museum we made our way through the wetlands and wildflowers surrounding the museum. After we had our fill of the outdoors - Mickey never has his fill, so there is usually a bit of kicking and screaming - we headed to 21 Railroad Street in Great Barrington for burgers and French fries, only to find out they don't serve French fries. What kind of un-American place is it that doesn't serve French fries? Hmpf. Anyway, we had lunch and then headed back to Sheffield where we took a tour of a bed and breakfast that is for sale, right down the street from Staveleigh House. It would be so fabulous to have Ali, Harry, Sergio, Louise, Golda, Gus, Murray, and all those cats as neighbors! Someday. Maybe. After gawking at real estate for sale, we headed home where it felt good to be back and have a glass of wine and a few bedtime stories before hopping into bed. One thing is certain, Mickey is definitely an outside boy that would be very happy living somewhere in the country, like the Berkshires. Take a look at this story's related pictures and you'll see what I mean. So the other day, Mickey said he wanted to play dress up. Well the results are here on the site. All I can say is.....Tina Turner WATCH OUT! Mickey made Papa dress up too fortunately there are no pictures of that. Later that afternoon Ellis came over for a playdate. It was a fun day!
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