Who says the Brown-Genovese's don't know how to party?
Michayla loves her new walking talking Winnie The Pooh.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
MERRY CHRISTMUKKAH
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OPERATION DOG BOWLS
Psst. Jemma. No one's looking. The dog's bowls can be ours.
Cover me.
Almost there...
The day is ours!
Uh oh.
Um...Jemma...
I'm saving my own butt.
Busted!
What? I've been here the entire time.
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LIKE FATHER...
Mark had at least one audition or callback every day in the month of November. He had to wear a running suit to one. So Michayla decided to wear the cute as punch running suit she got from Mark, Liz, and Gabrielle LaMura.
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YOU'RE NOT HANUKKAH HARRY
At the South Coast Repertory holiday party, Michayla got to sit on Santa's lap. When she found out he doesn't bring gifts to good little Jewish girls, she peed on his lap.
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WHAT!? NO MANI-PEDI!?
Michayla got her first haircut. We went to the Yellow Balloon, a place that specializes in kid's haircuts. They gave us her cut hair, a certificate, and a blurry polaroid. And Michayla got one stylish haircut.
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STUDIO CITY HOLIDAY PARADE
Michayla went to her first holiday parade in Studio City. Now you would think that being in the entertainment capital of the world would mean killer parades. Think again, my friends. Oh sure, the Rose Bowl parade is wonderful. But all of the other parades are pathetic.
Mark, and rock 'n roll legend Paul Mirkovich wonder if the parade will ever reach them.
The highlight of the parade was the local tattoo shop entry. Seriously.
Wake me when it smells like roses.
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Saturday, December 03, 2005
THANKSGIVING
We had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving...American Thanksgiving, thank you very much, not that half-baked Canadian Thanksgiving. We celebrated with our good friends Paul, Michelle, Zoe, and Charlotte.
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I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' UTENSILS!
Michayla has become quite the independent eater. She loves to feed herself. She's also learned that if she drops food over the side of her high chair, Ebbets will be her best friend.
Some of it gets in her mouth.
She also likes to keep one foot on the table.
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GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR...
Aboard the Staten Island Ferry, Michayla is visibly moved upon seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time.
Or she's making a boomer in her pants.
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I LOVE THESE GUYS
Michayla kicks up her heels when we tell her Debbie and Jeff are her godparents and Bailey is her oh-so-fun godsister.
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