Dear Santa,
Greetings from your old friend, Luke Skinner!

How was your summer? Mine was great. Here's a highlight reel.

I turned 3. That felt good. I was ready.

George and I kicked it with the cousins out East.
George really held his own with us big kids. I was proud of him.

I got my last licks at all my favorite Central Park playgrounds...
Hot Damn! Summer in the city!

George spent the 4th of July charming -- a.k.a hogging -- Ama and Papa Dave.

Yankee Doodle Cupcake!

While George and Papa Dave and Bear Bear enjoyed the sunset...

I romanced two lovely Langers! (Two girls this cute? Are there more of you?)

And we watched some spectacular fireworks!

My mom spent much of the summer putting George and I in striped pajamas.

We spent a blissful week in the Hamptons...

And then vacation was OVER.

But the fun was just starting in New Jersey!
We moved into a new house...

It rained a lot, so George and I had indoor fun together.

Oh, and George had his first birthday, said his first word ("sit") and started walking.
Big whoop, guy.

Anyway, me and George were super helpful with the unpacking, and the furniture construction. I know my way around a wrench - make no mistake.

Late summer found us back in Westhampton...

I perfected my Bathtub Backstroke!

And George... well, according to the prepared language he asked me to use:
"George just kept getting handsomer."

We hit a great petting zoo with Ama.

Hello, little fella! How are you today?

Hmph. Do they make pull-ups for baby chicks?

And in typical Francescani-Skinner fashion, we ended the summer with a rockin' Dune Road house party.

Santa: I'm EXHAUSTED!

I'm going to sleep.
xo Luke

P.S. I still take naps so I'm well-rested and ready to start my night! Have a good one, Santa!