This past week Gideon and I made a pilgrimage to New York.


We started in Long Island with some fishing.


Then we moved onto rock climbing.

Then we hit the slide and picked up some speed.


Next we went to granddaddy's and we rode the train into Manhattan...
Where we ate ice cream with my cousin Nico and his parents, Brooks and Paola. Yummy, yummy!

Granddaddy didn't get his own ice cream. Instead he tasted a little bit of mine. Unfortunately, the sugar made him a little...


Crazy. Right Gideon! (He woke up for that part).

Speaking of Gideon. Tonight he started eating food. I fed him his first meal. Rice mush. It's kinda like ice cream.

As you can see, he was very proud!