Sports, anyone?

Mr. Manny waiting for the serve from Daddy. Chewing a shirt. He goes in and out of this habit.

Onto a little scootering. This razor scooter is a second hand-me-down from Emma and Syd.

Shall we hulahoop?

Oh, wait, back to tennis.

No, on second thought, basketball.

Hows about a hug now? Or is this aggressive/snuggle defense?

Whet your appetite.

On a recent trip to NYC here is Manny on the train looking out the window at the Hudson.
Here is the ticket taker. Very interesting facial hair.

Here's a chandelier at Grand Central.

We went to an Ethiopian restaurant and Mr. Man was pleased. Can you tell?

Manny made a friend. As usual. He. Never. Meets. A. Stranger.

A little lunch. You eat with your fingers, all from one plate, family style. Don't go with people whom you might doubt wash their hands. The bread is called injera and it is made from tef flour, a kind of grain like wheat.

Afterward in Central Park. Can you say crowded? Manny and Pete both look like they are thinking, 'let's go back to the little house in the woods.'

Me getting a little love from the little man.