Curiouser and curiouser

Here is the immensely adorable one-and-a-half-year-old Sofia.

Who I hung out with recently, in an apartment that boasted a view like this:

Not to mention Patti. Patti! And her marito italiano molto eccellente Umberto. (Not sure if that's correct, I did only take something like seven hundred and seventy seven years of Italian and still only know how to say "I'm hungry!" [Ho fame, sucka!] and something that's apparently not even really "Shut up!" [Stai zito, biotch!]) 

Sofia was totally into my tote bag and the Metrocard wallet, nail file, and box of tea-tree oil toothpicks she found in there. Was she interested in the beauteous Australian Aboriginal fabric I'd just purchased? Uh, no. What about the book about the whole world going to hell in a hand basket? Not really.

Soon after this picture was taken la bambina ate several tiny fistfuls of ravioli and then fell asleep in the arms of Mr. Molto Eccellente, after a diverting stroll up and down the hallway with her proud mommy Patti. Così perfetto!