Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Food Update
Hello loyal readers... you might see me below and guess that I *still* love the sweet potato. Its true only now Mom gives it to me now in real, live actual pieces!!! Not out of a jar. I'm currently at a 10-13% actual sweet potato input ratio, that is the amount taken from the tray that actually makes it to my digestive track. The majority of the sweet potato may or may not land on my face.
(Click the picture for more...)
Other recent "solid" solid foods include:
Banana
Broccoli
Tofu
Egg yolk
and
fake, organic Cheerios!!!
I'm not so into that mushy stuff now. I am all about the big boy foods.
(Click the picture for more...)
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| From Short 10 Months |
Other recent "solid" solid foods include:
Banana
Broccoli
Tofu
Egg yolk
and
fake, organic Cheerios!!!
I'm not so into that mushy stuff now. I am all about the big boy foods.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Please send wrapping paper!
It doesn't matter what you put inside of it. Honest. Just check out this video of me below for proof. I think this was the first night of Chanukah.
Why are there candles burning behind me again?
Why are there candles burning behind me again?
Sunday, December 9, 2007
I/O
Inside / Outside
Its time for a milestone update. This one was noted by my Mom who would know about these things. Apparently, I have now been on the "outside" more than I was on the "inside" - of Mom, that is, not State prison. I was paroled on February 26, 2007 - over 9 1/2 months ago. Isn't it crazy how time flies? I can remember the first time I saw a leaf, a ceiling fan or Mrs. Mustard's Baby Faces Book (which, incidentally, I am still looking at right now,
its a great book!) And here I am - a grizzled, veteran of the game of life. I know my own name, I know how what the stereo is to listen to my tunes and I cruise around in my patented crawl-scoot manuever. I mean, I think I've pretty much mastered it all - is there really any more to learn? I think I'm all grown up. I'll tell you one thing, if there is more to learn in life, then I must have a lot in store... don't ya think?
My Mom made us a homemade Baby Food Jar Menorah. I put up a photo of it on Night One too, though I have to admit I didn't really get "it" that first night. Now I am feeling like an old pro.
Last night was the 5th night of Chanukah and my parents had Uncle Eli and Aunt Chris over for dinner. Then they gave me some stuff which I thought was pretty cool.
I mean, get this, they gave me a cool ribbon and some wrapping paper. There may have been something inside but I didn't really notice.
I'm getting into this gift thing. I mean. its really unnecessary but thank you!
My parents keep trying to wrap up things I already own and pass them off as presents. They are so naive. Sigh. I try to tell them "Hey, guys, I've got object permanence. I recognize all this stuff" but I get so distracted by all this new stuff they give me. Wait, are they tricking me?!
Here is my Aunt Chris feeding me.... I think I'd rather pose for the camera though.
Its time for a milestone update. This one was noted by my Mom who would know about these things. Apparently, I have now been on the "outside" more than I was on the "inside" - of Mom, that is, not State prison. I was paroled on February 26, 2007 - over 9 1/2 months ago. Isn't it crazy how time flies? I can remember the first time I saw a leaf, a ceiling fan or Mrs. Mustard's Baby Faces Book (which, incidentally, I am still looking at right now,
its a great book!) And here I am - a grizzled, veteran of the game of life. I know my own name, I know how what the stereo is to listen to my tunes and I cruise around in my patented crawl-scoot manuever. I mean, I think I've pretty much mastered it all - is there really any more to learn? I think I'm all grown up. I'll tell you one thing, if there is more to learn in life, then I must have a lot in store... don't ya think?
My Mom made us a homemade Baby Food Jar Menorah. I put up a photo of it on Night One too, though I have to admit I didn't really get "it" that first night. Now I am feeling like an old pro.
Last night was the 5th night of Chanukah and my parents had Uncle Eli and Aunt Chris over for dinner. Then they gave me some stuff which I thought was pretty cool.
I mean, get this, they gave me a cool ribbon and some wrapping paper. There may have been something inside but I didn't really notice.I'm getting into this gift thing. I mean. its really unnecessary but thank you!
My parents keep trying to wrap up things I already own and pass them off as presents. They are so naive. Sigh. I try to tell them "Hey, guys, I've got object permanence. I recognize all this stuff" but I get so distracted by all this new stuff they give me. Wait, are they tricking me?!
Here is my Aunt Chris feeding me.... I think I'd rather pose for the camera though.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Turkey Day!!
My parents took me on an airplane again to go see my family in North Carolina. Specifically, my mom's mom who I call Mimi and my Uncle Brandon, Aunt Sally and Great Uncle Jimmy. It was pretty cool. I have to say that I am not quite sure what a turkey is yet. Its not in any of my books. I know dogs, cats, giraffes, hippos, hell, I even know what a mole is. I'm serious. Turkey. No idea.
So I ate some.
A wee bit. My first meat. Like ever. All my vegan friends are going to kill me but I couldn't help myself. Literally. Everything just goes in my mouth. The table, my toys, turkey, bananas, my dad's nose, my mom's toes, any thing I can fit my mouth around.
So, what is this thing I'm touching anyway?!?
Well, you can imagine my surprise (or can you?) when I found out that those moist, delicate morsels I ate came from that big bird above? Well, I am over it and I foresee a long carnivorous life ahead for me.
(Watch, I'll probably actually be a vegan after all...)
So I ate some.
A wee bit. My first meat. Like ever. All my vegan friends are going to kill me but I couldn't help myself. Literally. Everything just goes in my mouth. The table, my toys, turkey, bananas, my dad's nose, my mom's toes, any thing I can fit my mouth around.
So, what is this thing I'm touching anyway?!?
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| From Short Asheville |
Well, you can imagine my surprise (or can you?) when I found out that those moist, delicate morsels I ate came from that big bird above? Well, I am over it and I foresee a long carnivorous life ahead for me.
(Watch, I'll probably actually be a vegan after all...)
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Hit Parade
We are counting down the top videos shot from my parent's point & shoot camera this month:
My Great-Grandmother ("Nana the Great") feeding Me in Florida ("in Boca-h"):
My Grandmother ("Nana") feeding me (Do you see a theme here?):
Me doing my patented "crawl" down the hallway. This is apparently the same "crawl" that my oh-so-coordinated Dad had when he was my age (Thanks for the scoop, Nana):
Okay, so I have a cousin too. This cousin is named Nessa and is a dog, or as I like to say, a "woof-woof". Thus far, I have been pretty fearless with dogs. Here are a few videos of me trying to pet Nessa and generally just enjoying her:
My Great-Grandmother ("Nana the Great") feeding Me in Florida ("in Boca-h"):
My Grandmother ("Nana") feeding me (Do you see a theme here?):
Me doing my patented "crawl" down the hallway. This is apparently the same "crawl" that my oh-so-coordinated Dad had when he was my age (Thanks for the scoop, Nana):
Okay, so I have a cousin too. This cousin is named Nessa and is a dog, or as I like to say, a "woof-woof". Thus far, I have been pretty fearless with dogs. Here are a few videos of me trying to pet Nessa and generally just enjoying her:
Halloween!!!!
Freud said there is an id, an ego and a superego.
He didn't talk about my Super Alter-Ego:
The Amazing Ezra!!
This is me during Halloween (the picture links to an album):
Amazing superpowers of cuteness, prolific drooling powers and getting grouchy people on the subway to smile....
He didn't talk about my Super Alter-Ego:
The Amazing Ezra!!
This is me during Halloween (the picture links to an album):
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| From 9 months |
Friday, November 2, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Food Update
"What do they feed that kid?" you probably ask yourself as you see my voluminous size and ever increasing girth. Well, people, I do have a wide and varied palate. That being said, I grew pretty fast when it was all breast milk all the time too...
Anyhow, here is the addition to my last list of foods:
Oatmeal
Mango
Zucchini
Blueberries
Yellow Squash
Brown Rice & Peas
Green Beans
Avocado
Banana
Lentils
Kiwi
Plums
My dad sometimes steals some of the kiwi-plum-banana combo that my mom made for me. Its that good, its that good. In general, though, my favorite food - hands down - has to be..... Sweet Potato. I can't seem to get enough of it.
In other news...... I am developing a sense of will and self - and a corresponding ability to arch my back when I don't want you to put me down. That's right. I am I. I am Baby. Hear me roar. I know all that "I think therefore I am" stuff but I am more of the pragmatic philosophical school rather than an epistemological bent. The cornerstone of my philosophy is, you guessed it: "I poop therefore I am." What else binds you closer to existence that that? I think Descartes needs to go to the bathroom. Soooo, as I was saying, I have discovered that I can do (some) things by myself. I can kind of scoot myself across the floor although I can't quite crawl yet. I can just about get on my hands and knees but there is this one pesky foot in the way. Soon, soon... Also, if my mom stands me on the side of my crib, I can (mostly) hold on and stay standing myself. The landings are still a little rough but Rome wasn't built in a day. We're getting there. That's the royal We. I think my Mom and Dad stand pretty good already.
My main interest continues to be music. My parents haven't figured out if it is nature or nurture. When I wake up, I stare longingly at the stereo - hoping that it will light up with Track 1 if I just will it, will it, by staring intently. When the music kicks up, I feel the groove through my body. My shoulders begin to bounce in time with the music and, if its a really good piece, then my hand starts banging on my thigh. One of my favorite songs at home is "They All Ask'd For You" (hit the little play button ) The Meters – They All Ask'd for You by The Meters off of the New Orleans Playground CD. My friend Charlie gave me the CD. I also love the CD that my Great Aunt Debbie and Great Uncle Richard gave me, you are my little bird by elizabeth mitchell. there are so many cool songs. this Elizabeth Mitchell – Hickory Dickory Dock (Bonus Track) is a cool one.
Now, when Music Together class rolls around and Pete the Teacher whips out his guitar. Well, forget about it. I can't take my eyes off the guitar. If you look here, you can see both of my cool-ass teachers, Stephen too. I am so punk rock. As you can see, both are guys, both play guitar and both have more hair than my Dad!! Well, when we listen to the CDs, my face lights up. Its one of the highlights of my week. That and shuffleboard. Its true, did you ever think about it? Being a baby is somewhat like being retired. People feed you on a regular schedule, have cutesy activities for you to do and, well, I guess I've already spoken to the salubrious effects of a good poop so that goes without saying it. Though I would never let an opportunity slip by without saying it.
I've gotta go my costume ready for tomorrow... plus I have to plan whose house I am going to egg and TP tonight!! Gotta run!!
Anyhow, here is the addition to my last list of foods:
Oatmeal
Mango
Zucchini
Blueberries
Yellow Squash
Brown Rice & Peas
Green Beans
Avocado
Banana
Lentils
Kiwi
Plums
My dad sometimes steals some of the kiwi-plum-banana combo that my mom made for me. Its that good, its that good. In general, though, my favorite food - hands down - has to be..... Sweet Potato. I can't seem to get enough of it.
In other news...... I am developing a sense of will and self - and a corresponding ability to arch my back when I don't want you to put me down. That's right. I am I. I am Baby. Hear me roar. I know all that "I think therefore I am" stuff but I am more of the pragmatic philosophical school rather than an epistemological bent. The cornerstone of my philosophy is, you guessed it: "I poop therefore I am." What else binds you closer to existence that that? I think Descartes needs to go to the bathroom. Soooo, as I was saying, I have discovered that I can do (some) things by myself. I can kind of scoot myself across the floor although I can't quite crawl yet. I can just about get on my hands and knees but there is this one pesky foot in the way. Soon, soon... Also, if my mom stands me on the side of my crib, I can (mostly) hold on and stay standing myself. The landings are still a little rough but Rome wasn't built in a day. We're getting there. That's the royal We. I think my Mom and Dad stand pretty good already.
My main interest continues to be music. My parents haven't figured out if it is nature or nurture. When I wake up, I stare longingly at the stereo - hoping that it will light up with Track 1 if I just will it, will it, by staring intently. When the music kicks up, I feel the groove through my body. My shoulders begin to bounce in time with the music and, if its a really good piece, then my hand starts banging on my thigh. One of my favorite songs at home is "They All Ask'd For You" (hit the little play button ) The Meters – They All Ask'd for You by The Meters off of the New Orleans Playground CD. My friend Charlie gave me the CD. I also love the CD that my Great Aunt Debbie and Great Uncle Richard gave me, you are my little bird by elizabeth mitchell. there are so many cool songs. this Elizabeth Mitchell – Hickory Dickory Dock (Bonus Track) is a cool one.
Now, when Music Together class rolls around and Pete the Teacher whips out his guitar. Well, forget about it. I can't take my eyes off the guitar. If you look here, you can see both of my cool-ass teachers, Stephen too. I am so punk rock. As you can see, both are guys, both play guitar and both have more hair than my Dad!! Well, when we listen to the CDs, my face lights up. Its one of the highlights of my week. That and shuffleboard. Its true, did you ever think about it? Being a baby is somewhat like being retired. People feed you on a regular schedule, have cutesy activities for you to do and, well, I guess I've already spoken to the salubrious effects of a good poop so that goes without saying it. Though I would never let an opportunity slip by without saying it.
I've gotta go my costume ready for tomorrow... plus I have to plan whose house I am going to egg and TP tonight!! Gotta run!!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Not quite 8 months...
Yes, you can still hold me. Its true. I'm not quite that big but I ain't slowing down either. Life moves fast and I am in the fast lane people. Things are happening, I am growing, new foods are being eaten and new experiences are being had.
This very morning, Dad took me to the swings - it was really awesome. Its not my first time at the swings (please, I wasn't born yesterday) but I am still somewhat of a novice with the whole swing thing. Instead of screaming to be pushed higher and higher, I just kinda chilled out and was more interested in the other bigger kids in their swings. I enjoyed it though.
There is so much to update you on that this post will be "in no particular order." I suppose the most *important* milestone is the ever advancing enamel bits emerging (rather painfully) from my moist, fleshy gums. A few weeks ago, I think, my first tooth started coming in and - oy, let me tell you - this is nothing I would wish upon my worst enemy (if I knew what enemy meant or even had one). Simply put, *@&$# !!! In my typical adaptive way, I quickly adjusted and made use of this new tool, biting my Dad and my Mom. Now, a second little guy has emerged and I feel pretty old and jaded. I mean, one tooth, that's pretty cool. Two is old hat guys. Come on! I am in much better shape now and the pain isn't so bad. So, without further ado, this is the best picture Dad has of my teeth so far. I like to keep them "under wraps" until the official unveiling: (I am helping to put away groceries here...)
Next up, laughing. I like laughing. Here I am laughing after Dad said "Bless you" when I sneezed: (this is a little grainy)
Other cool stuff I've been up to. Well, I continue my budding singing career with Music Together. This is my second class. I took my first class with my Dad and now I am with my Mom. Needless to say, my musical talents are increasing exponentionally. Instead of now licking the drum, I bang it with my hands. Okay, sometimes for old times sake, I give it a quick lick when Mom isn't looking. Mom also says that I am banging my hand on my thigh in rhythm and have even been known to clap on occasion. I know that my parents know better than to try to live their life through me but they sure seem excited about my musical prospects. I am thinking about starting up a boy band called No One is Better Than Ezra, whaddya think? I definitely have a pretty cool booty shake going and I think that other tots are going to really dig it. The older women are already waaaaay into me.
You probably won't believe that I am now 7 1/2 months old but it's true. Also, twice in the last few weeks I've been to the Zoo! In fact, I have been to two wildly different types of zoos. I went first to the Prospect Park Zoo, run by the Wildlife Conservation Society (really the Bronx Zoo). I also went to the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. Which do you think I was more impressed by? You guessed it - the local dinky Prospect Park Zoo! As you can see below, I made some pretty fast friends with an Alpaca.
Of course, my ABSOLUTE favorite at both zoos were.... the Meerkats!!
You might think that when presented with a cute Panda bear at the National Zoo waking up inches in front of my face that I would be interested. But, frankly, there was a very fasciating rock nearby. My parents were screaming for me to look at some funny looking Panda bear but the only thing at the National Zoo that I noticed were the Meerkats (again) and a Cow which I saw in the petting zoo on the way to the car. Well, Mom seemed to enjoy herself as did Dad. Really, I just want them to be happy. Why can't they understand that? I do this all just for them...
My Mom has been back to work part-time for about two months now and that is going well. She seems happy. I am happy because I get to be with her 5 days a week (alright!) and we hang out a lot with Mom and some other babies. The other 2 days a week are spent with my cool babysitter Lavaughn. She sings to me in a pretty Caribbean accent, I like it. I flap my arms when she comes in the morning. That is my super-secret code for - "I like this person.'
Click the picture below for the complete album of recent photos:
This very morning, Dad took me to the swings - it was really awesome. Its not my first time at the swings (please, I wasn't born yesterday) but I am still somewhat of a novice with the whole swing thing. Instead of screaming to be pushed higher and higher, I just kinda chilled out and was more interested in the other bigger kids in their swings. I enjoyed it though.
There is so much to update you on that this post will be "in no particular order." I suppose the most *important* milestone is the ever advancing enamel bits emerging (rather painfully) from my moist, fleshy gums. A few weeks ago, I think, my first tooth started coming in and - oy, let me tell you - this is nothing I would wish upon my worst enemy (if I knew what enemy meant or even had one). Simply put, *@&$# !!! In my typical adaptive way, I quickly adjusted and made use of this new tool, biting my Dad and my Mom. Now, a second little guy has emerged and I feel pretty old and jaded. I mean, one tooth, that's pretty cool. Two is old hat guys. Come on! I am in much better shape now and the pain isn't so bad. So, without further ado, this is the best picture Dad has of my teeth so far. I like to keep them "under wraps" until the official unveiling: (I am helping to put away groceries here...)
Next up, laughing. I like laughing. Here I am laughing after Dad said "Bless you" when I sneezed: (this is a little grainy)
Other cool stuff I've been up to. Well, I continue my budding singing career with Music Together. This is my second class. I took my first class with my Dad and now I am with my Mom. Needless to say, my musical talents are increasing exponentionally. Instead of now licking the drum, I bang it with my hands. Okay, sometimes for old times sake, I give it a quick lick when Mom isn't looking. Mom also says that I am banging my hand on my thigh in rhythm and have even been known to clap on occasion. I know that my parents know better than to try to live their life through me but they sure seem excited about my musical prospects. I am thinking about starting up a boy band called No One is Better Than Ezra, whaddya think? I definitely have a pretty cool booty shake going and I think that other tots are going to really dig it. The older women are already waaaaay into me.
You probably won't believe that I am now 7 1/2 months old but it's true. Also, twice in the last few weeks I've been to the Zoo! In fact, I have been to two wildly different types of zoos. I went first to the Prospect Park Zoo, run by the Wildlife Conservation Society (really the Bronx Zoo). I also went to the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. Which do you think I was more impressed by? You guessed it - the local dinky Prospect Park Zoo! As you can see below, I made some pretty fast friends with an Alpaca.
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| From Through 8 Months |
Of course, my ABSOLUTE favorite at both zoos were.... the Meerkats!!
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| From Through 8 Months |
You might think that when presented with a cute Panda bear at the National Zoo waking up inches in front of my face that I would be interested. But, frankly, there was a very fasciating rock nearby. My parents were screaming for me to look at some funny looking Panda bear but the only thing at the National Zoo that I noticed were the Meerkats (again) and a Cow which I saw in the petting zoo on the way to the car. Well, Mom seemed to enjoy herself as did Dad. Really, I just want them to be happy. Why can't they understand that? I do this all just for them...
My Mom has been back to work part-time for about two months now and that is going well. She seems happy. I am happy because I get to be with her 5 days a week (alright!) and we hang out a lot with Mom and some other babies. The other 2 days a week are spent with my cool babysitter Lavaughn. She sings to me in a pretty Caribbean accent, I like it. I flap my arms when she comes in the morning. That is my super-secret code for - "I like this person.'
Click the picture below for the complete album of recent photos:
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| Through 8 Months |
Saturday, September 29, 2007
(guess what?)
It's a Boy!!
Plus
+
Equals
=
One Handsome 7 Month Old With His First Haircut.
Hello, World, It's Me, Ezra.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
DaDa!!!
My First Words or at least My First Consonants followed by a Vowel and repeated over and over again....
Loyal readers, you're not going to believe this one. I think I made my dad like totally happy today. Yes, it was fun to watch. I don't know what he was so excited about. I mean, it was just like any other day. Dad came home from work and was giving me my nightly bath and beauty session. It was all "rub a' dub dub" and I just wanted to say "Hey, Dad, welcome home from work...." So I did:
(Grandparents: just hit the Play button. Duh!)
Tomorrow night, I plan on talking with Dad about the current political upheaval in Southeast Asia and then ask him if I can use the car. Okay, maybe not. But give me fifteen years until I get my driver's permit and watch out world. Ezra is on his way!
Loyal readers, you're not going to believe this one. I think I made my dad like totally happy today. Yes, it was fun to watch. I don't know what he was so excited about. I mean, it was just like any other day. Dad came home from work and was giving me my nightly bath and beauty session. It was all "rub a' dub dub" and I just wanted to say "Hey, Dad, welcome home from work...." So I did:
(Grandparents: just hit the Play button. Duh!)
Tomorrow night, I plan on talking with Dad about the current political upheaval in Southeast Asia and then ask him if I can use the car. Okay, maybe not. But give me fifteen years until I get my driver's permit and watch out world. Ezra is on his way!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Nate and I
Here is a very green photo of my buddy Nate and I hanging out at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. He's a pretty kool kat, that Nate.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Beautiful Fall Day
Hey, my dad just posted some new pictures from the Park on a recent beautiful day up here. Some other pictures too. Check them out!!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
L'Shanah Tovah, Y'all!
Or Happy New Year! I think 5768 is going to be my best yet.Here's a picture of me showing off my kippah and payos. If only I could get my parents to be as observant as I am. I'm working on them though...
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Milestones, Milestones, Milestone...
My Dear Dad has been pretty lazy lately. I dictate and dictate but he doesn't seem to understand his role here... "Update my blog, Dad!!" I'm saying but he sometimes just looks at me like he's lost and doesn't understand what I'm saying. It can be frustrating.
So much has happened that I haven't told you about it...
The first thing is that .....
I EAT SOLID FOODS!!!
Okay, so it's been a few weeks now. This is one of my earlier photos when most of my rice cereal was on my face. My Mom didn't tell me it was supposed to go in my mouth, I thought it was like a mud-mask or something. I asked for cucumbers for my eyes but she mumbled something about a "choking hazard" or something. Whatever.
But, since then, I have really gotten the hang on it. I started with Rice Cereal...then Pears....then Apples....
... and now I've eaten:
Sweet Potatoes
Winter Squash
Peaches (homemade, thanks Mom!)
Peas (yuck!)
Carrots
I kind of dig it. In fact, I keep requesting new meals (and they actually give me new meals!). I am up to 3 meals a day now. In fact, it's like kinda old by now. My Mom keeps mixing it up though. I think she's going to start me on my next food soon.... I'm hoping for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Hey, it could happen. It could.
I mean, I almost got a slice of pizza at Totonno's in Coney Island but my wily Dad moved the pie away from me. Dammit, man, I must have pizza!!
What else? Hmmmm.....
Well, let's see.......
developed into full-blown sitting - with the occassional fall onto my side and plop my head. Hey, I got lots of brains up there and they are heavy!!! What can I say?!?
Oh, yeah, check out the belly. Nice, huh?
So much has happened that I haven't told you about it...
The first thing is that .....
I EAT SOLID FOODS!!!
Okay, so it's been a few weeks now. This is one of my earlier photos when most of my rice cereal was on my face. My Mom didn't tell me it was supposed to go in my mouth, I thought it was like a mud-mask or something. I asked for cucumbers for my eyes but she mumbled something about a "choking hazard" or something. Whatever.
But, since then, I have really gotten the hang on it. I started with Rice Cereal...then Pears....then Apples....
... and now I've eaten:
Sweet Potatoes
Winter Squash
Peaches (homemade, thanks Mom!)
Peas (yuck!)
Carrots
I kind of dig it. In fact, I keep requesting new meals (and they actually give me new meals!). I am up to 3 meals a day now. In fact, it's like kinda old by now. My Mom keeps mixing it up though. I think she's going to start me on my next food soon.... I'm hoping for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Hey, it could happen. It could.
I mean, I almost got a slice of pizza at Totonno's in Coney Island but my wily Dad moved the pie away from me. Dammit, man, I must have pizza!!
What else? Hmmmm.....
Well, let's see.......
I SIT BY MYSELF!!!
What started as a simple tripod stance has now 
developed into full-blown sitting - with the occassional fall onto my side and plop my head. Hey, I got lots of brains up there and they are heavy!!! What can I say?!?Oh, yeah, check out the belly. Nice, huh?
Monkey-ing Around
Check me out on the swing in Prospect Park! Its my first time ever, like in my life! This swing thing ain't bad, it ain't bad at all....
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Summer Vacation
(this is just a selection of photos, see them all here)
The First Ever Family Vacation Roadtrip (FEFVR)
Included in this installment: Pictures and a Movie!
The goal: Relax in Maine
The route: Via Vermont & New Hampshire, Returning Through Boston.
New Hampshire
Our first stop was in New Hampshire at the Mount Washington Hotel. This was an old hotel that my Great Papa and Nana the Great stayed at many years ago. In fact, the hotel was built in 1902. My Dad booked it as a stop on the drive to Maine. When we pulled up, my Dad sighed and said to my Mom: "Faded Grandeur, You Love Faded Grandeur." "Yes," she sighed in return, "its true, I do." This was a cool old hotel that was also famous as the place where the modern international monetary order began in 1944 at the Bretton Woods Conference. More importantly, there was a Moose Head in the awesome Lobby.
I saw numerous Moose Heads on the trip and the Meese are now my favorite animal, after dogs, cats, ducks and frogs. And dogs, did I say dogs?
We also took a nature hike with an AMC guide named Jedidiah. And I thought my name was biblical!
Maine
Kawanhee Inn in Weld, Maine. We did reach the goal, traveling the back way into Maine through Route 2. Dad was looking for a mellow lakeside retreat by a crystal clear lake - that's what we found at this rustic retreat. Of course, my parents kept saying things like: "Well, I guess we have ten minutes now to read since Ezra is finally napping." Heh, heh. I wasn't really napping, I was just eavesdropping. I think they used to relax more before I came around. While we were in the area, we went out a lot to a really local bakery and had Whoopie Pies. We also did a short hike on the Mount Blue State Park. It was very cozy and a little chilly. Its a good thing that I had a sweatshirt and jean-jacket with me. They even made fires for us to sit by and fires are neat to stare at if you're six months or sixty years.
After the lakes, we longed for the Maine Coast. We headed east -- but on the way, we made an unscheduled stop. My dad couldn't stop talking about something called a camp. Turns out, its a Kamp, Kamp Kohut, where my Dad spent 6 summers when he was a boy. I don't want to bore you like he bored Mom, suffice it to say there are some more photos of us at Dad's camp here. One of Dad's counselors was still there after 27 years!
Well, we eventually stopped listening to Dad reminisce and got to the area around Brunswick, including Bailey's Island and Orr's Island. I pretty much stayed in the car here, even though it was really evocative of Martha's Vineyard where I was when I was but a young fetus, perhaps even an embryo.... Where does the time go? Oh, sorry about that, I get wistful sometimes. Anyhow it was beautiful, maybe we'll go there next time, Dad said. We did have a delicious meal with fresh Haddock, Allagash wheatbeer and wild blueberry pie at the Middlebay Lobster Store. Here I am trying to get some of that Allagash beer...
My parents also hit Freeport where they purchased some duds for me at LL Bean. More importantly, this undisclosed location in Maine was also the scene of my latest taste of Video Stardom, here I am in the title role of
Dad wanted to show Mom Portland on the way South so we stopped for lunch in the Olde Port and had some more fried Haddock. That's the royal We, I sample some Haddock qua Breast Milk shortly thereafter.
Then, my parent's embarrassed me in front of all Portland:
I can't even watch....
Well, after leaving Portland, we headed down I-95 towards Boston sampling some of the region's finest traffic and forcing us to detour on Route 1 to stop in Downtown Portsmouth, NH. We stopped to give me some fresh dipes and get my parents some Iced Coffee, they love that. It was a really, really neat downtown, if I may say so in my 6 months of experience.
Massachusetts
We planned to round out the trip with a visit to my Great Uncle Richard and Great Aunt's Debbie's house in Brookline, Mass. We got to see them and my cousins Hannah and Aleks -- and my dog cousin Basil. As you may have heard, I am all about the dogs:
We had a fun visit with them in Chestnut Hill. Excellent food and relaxation was had by all, as usual.
And, finally, what has to be the most remarkable thing about the whole journey was that I was able to record this fabulous travel journal reclined in my throne in the car, as this is how I spent a lot of the trip:
Now we're all back in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, that's right, Fuhgeddabouttit baby !!
The First Ever Family Vacation Roadtrip (FEFVR)
Included in this installment: Pictures and a Movie!
The goal: Relax in Maine
The route: Via Vermont & New Hampshire, Returning Through Boston.
New Hampshire
Our first stop was in New Hampshire at the Mount Washington Hotel. This was an old hotel that my Great Papa and Nana the Great stayed at many years ago. In fact, the hotel was built in 1902. My Dad booked it as a stop on the drive to Maine. When we pulled up, my Dad sighed and said to my Mom: "Faded Grandeur, You Love Faded Grandeur." "Yes," she sighed in return, "its true, I do." This was a cool old hotel that was also famous as the place where the modern international monetary order began in 1944 at the Bretton Woods Conference. More importantly, there was a Moose Head in the awesome Lobby.
I saw numerous Moose Heads on the trip and the Meese are now my favorite animal, after dogs, cats, ducks and frogs. And dogs, did I say dogs?
We also took a nature hike with an AMC guide named Jedidiah. And I thought my name was biblical!
Maine
Kawanhee Inn in Weld, Maine. We did reach the goal, traveling the back way into Maine through Route 2. Dad was looking for a mellow lakeside retreat by a crystal clear lake - that's what we found at this rustic retreat. Of course, my parents kept saying things like: "Well, I guess we have ten minutes now to read since Ezra is finally napping." Heh, heh. I wasn't really napping, I was just eavesdropping. I think they used to relax more before I came around. While we were in the area, we went out a lot to a really local bakery and had Whoopie Pies. We also did a short hike on the Mount Blue State Park. It was very cozy and a little chilly. Its a good thing that I had a sweatshirt and jean-jacket with me. They even made fires for us to sit by and fires are neat to stare at if you're six months or sixty years.
After the lakes, we longed for the Maine Coast. We headed east -- but on the way, we made an unscheduled stop. My dad couldn't stop talking about something called a camp. Turns out, its a Kamp, Kamp Kohut, where my Dad spent 6 summers when he was a boy. I don't want to bore you like he bored Mom, suffice it to say there are some more photos of us at Dad's camp here. One of Dad's counselors was still there after 27 years!
Well, we eventually stopped listening to Dad reminisce and got to the area around Brunswick, including Bailey's Island and Orr's Island. I pretty much stayed in the car here, even though it was really evocative of Martha's Vineyard where I was when I was but a young fetus, perhaps even an embryo.... Where does the time go? Oh, sorry about that, I get wistful sometimes. Anyhow it was beautiful, maybe we'll go there next time, Dad said. We did have a delicious meal with fresh Haddock, Allagash wheatbeer and wild blueberry pie at the Middlebay Lobster Store. Here I am trying to get some of that Allagash beer...
My parents also hit Freeport where they purchased some duds for me at LL Bean. More importantly, this undisclosed location in Maine was also the scene of my latest taste of Video Stardom, here I am in the title role of
Oh Vanity, You Cruel Mistress
Dad wanted to show Mom Portland on the way South so we stopped for lunch in the Olde Port and had some more fried Haddock. That's the royal We, I sample some Haddock qua Breast Milk shortly thereafter.
Then, my parent's embarrassed me in front of all Portland:
I can't even watch....
Well, after leaving Portland, we headed down I-95 towards Boston sampling some of the region's finest traffic and forcing us to detour on Route 1 to stop in Downtown Portsmouth, NH. We stopped to give me some fresh dipes and get my parents some Iced Coffee, they love that. It was a really, really neat downtown, if I may say so in my 6 months of experience.
Massachusetts
We planned to round out the trip with a visit to my Great Uncle Richard and Great Aunt's Debbie's house in Brookline, Mass. We got to see them and my cousins Hannah and Aleks -- and my dog cousin Basil. As you may have heard, I am all about the dogs:
We had a fun visit with them in Chestnut Hill. Excellent food and relaxation was had by all, as usual.
And, finally, what has to be the most remarkable thing about the whole journey was that I was able to record this fabulous travel journal reclined in my throne in the car, as this is how I spent a lot of the trip:
Now we're all back in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, that's right, Fuhgeddabouttit baby !!
6 Months
The Checkup
Faithful readers who have followed my prodigious weight gain and towering demeanor have been waiting for this update, I am sure. Today, I went to my doctor where -- after charming me with her smiles and baby talk -- proceeded to stick me with needles all in my legs again. I was so surprised and felt hoodwinked. I have got to remind myself not to fall for her shenanigans next time. Anyway, it didn't hurt that much. I'm tough, you know. I just suffer from little to no short term memory. Next time, I will remember not to fall for her smiles.
So, anyway, the market is closed and the numbers are in:
19 pounds, 9 ounces
30 inches long .........
Big Ezzie!
Indeed, as of August 24, 2007 , I am in the 9oth percentile for weight and I am off the chart in my length.
Dad
On a more sober note, today is my last day home full-time with Dad who has to go back to work on Monday. I think he is feeling a little down. I am doing my best to try and cheer him up mostly by throwing up on him. Through that gesture, I hope that my Dad knows how much I love him and I how I would give up everything for his love, even my lunch. Very metaphorical, I know, but metaphors are all you've got when you lack audio language.
I guess I'm a pretty lucky kid. Three months of Mom, Three months of Dad and now back to (mostly) Mom. I love my Mom and Dad. They are like, seriously, the best. Especially how they always keep on their "happy" faces when changing me and my feces. Its true that although us little guys can't talk, I can hear. I hear Mom reminding Dad "Don't look disgusted, keep a smile on your face." Then Mom would continue, "I'm getting out of here, though, that stanks!!" I coo and pretend not to notice but I am taking notes, in my head. I know that for them to keep their smiles on in light of everything that I've put them through is quite a feat. I know that they drop everything when I need them. They feed me (a lot) and read me lots of books. They bathe me and put on moisturizing cream (I'm a sucker for Kiehl's). I may be 6 months but I am no idiot. They love me.
I'm going to miss Dad during the days too. He's funny. We dance around the apartment. We sing to CDs. We give each other Schnarfels on bellies and cheeks. I grab his hair and his nose. I drool all over him, I love that one. He has no idea that I'm doing it on purpose. My Dad is not so good on picking up on subtleties or even obvious things like, the other day, I accidentally started talking before I realized that I wasn't supposed to let Big People know that I could talk yet. I was sleeping during that day in the womb during class, Big People 101: Intro to Their Ways and Manners. He stuck a dog in front of my face and said "Woof!" so I said "Woof!" then I was like, shit, I wasn't supposed to do that yet. Let me check my timetable - I've got a few more months before making noises like that. Anyhow, like I said, its a good thing that my Dad is so dense.
Now with Mom watching me, I will have to be more careful, more studious. I will have to be mindful of these little slip-ups because, being smarter and more observant than my Dad, she will probably catch me. I am sure that being with Milk-Truck, er, I mean Mom, is going to be awesome too. She also sings to me and reads A LOT to me. She makes all these funny voices for the protagonist and all the different characters and the animals. She also does this great Shel Silverstein one with an crocodile and a dentist. We are going to paint this town Red, as long as I do it before my 7 p.m. bedtime.
Faithful readers who have followed my prodigious weight gain and towering demeanor have been waiting for this update, I am sure. Today, I went to my doctor where -- after charming me with her smiles and baby talk -- proceeded to stick me with needles all in my legs again. I was so surprised and felt hoodwinked. I have got to remind myself not to fall for her shenanigans next time. Anyway, it didn't hurt that much. I'm tough, you know. I just suffer from little to no short term memory. Next time, I will remember not to fall for her smiles.
So, anyway, the market is closed and the numbers are in:
19 pounds, 9 ounces
30 inches long .........
Big Ezzie!
Indeed, as of August 24, 2007 , I am in the 9oth percentile for weight and I am off the chart in my length.
Dad
On a more sober note, today is my last day home full-time with Dad who has to go back to work on Monday. I think he is feeling a little down. I am doing my best to try and cheer him up mostly by throwing up on him. Through that gesture, I hope that my Dad knows how much I love him and I how I would give up everything for his love, even my lunch. Very metaphorical, I know, but metaphors are all you've got when you lack audio language.
I guess I'm a pretty lucky kid. Three months of Mom, Three months of Dad and now back to (mostly) Mom. I love my Mom and Dad. They are like, seriously, the best. Especially how they always keep on their "happy" faces when changing me and my feces. Its true that although us little guys can't talk, I can hear. I hear Mom reminding Dad "Don't look disgusted, keep a smile on your face." Then Mom would continue, "I'm getting out of here, though, that stanks!!" I coo and pretend not to notice but I am taking notes, in my head. I know that for them to keep their smiles on in light of everything that I've put them through is quite a feat. I know that they drop everything when I need them. They feed me (a lot) and read me lots of books. They bathe me and put on moisturizing cream (I'm a sucker for Kiehl's). I may be 6 months but I am no idiot. They love me.
I'm going to miss Dad during the days too. He's funny. We dance around the apartment. We sing to CDs. We give each other Schnarfels on bellies and cheeks. I grab his hair and his nose. I drool all over him, I love that one. He has no idea that I'm doing it on purpose. My Dad is not so good on picking up on subtleties or even obvious things like, the other day, I accidentally started talking before I realized that I wasn't supposed to let Big People know that I could talk yet. I was sleeping during that day in the womb during class, Big People 101: Intro to Their Ways and Manners. He stuck a dog in front of my face and said "Woof!" so I said "Woof!" then I was like, shit, I wasn't supposed to do that yet. Let me check my timetable - I've got a few more months before making noises like that. Anyhow, like I said, its a good thing that my Dad is so dense.
Now with Mom watching me, I will have to be more careful, more studious. I will have to be mindful of these little slip-ups because, being smarter and more observant than my Dad, she will probably catch me. I am sure that being with Milk-Truck, er, I mean Mom, is going to be awesome too. She also sings to me and reads A LOT to me. She makes all these funny voices for the protagonist and all the different characters and the animals. She also does this great Shel Silverstein one with an crocodile and a dentist. We are going to paint this town Red, as long as I do it before my 7 p.m. bedtime.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Dad and I at V-Ball tourney at Coney Island!
Dad and I went out of the qualifying rounds of the AVP Beach Volleyball Tour in Coney Island. Check out the parachute jump in the background. It was pretty cool. Everyone was tall, like me. Everyone was also tan, not like me. Everyone could jump really high, like my dad can. My dad is, like, the best athlete ever. Did you know that?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Distant Milestone Number One: First Time in the Pool
Originally uploaded by bintele
Okay, okay, I know I look nervous here. Its true, its true, I was a tad apprehensive. But you will see that mom suited me up in my special pool diaper, spread some white lathery stuff on my moist, tender and supple epidermis. You will see if you look at me here
Just follow the other pictures on Flickr and you can see my little toesies tryng out that fine NJ water. Yes, even though one set of grandparents lives in Florida, my first pool was in Edison NJ at Aunt Jane's and Uncle Bill's. It was pretty sweet.
"Ooooooooh, you're gonna love what's coming!!"
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Originally uploaded by bintele
That's right, faithful readers, after a lengthy hiatus of mind-blowing milestones and travels to distant US states, I am back and ready to blog....
Are you ready????
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Consolidated Ezra Miles Cohen Book Reviewing Service
(A New Series)
Brooklyn, New York. July, 2007
As a pre-idealist, pre-one-year-old aficionado of children's literature, I was recently appalled at the dearth of book reviews of some of the more recent releases in the "Newborn and Up" category of Children's fiction. To rectify this situation, I began this new series with a look into
What Floats?
By: Julie Aigner-Clark
A Baby Einstein Book
Received as a gift during my pre-self-awareness days, I can assure that I have no relation with the author, publishing house or "publishing concept" of What Floats?. The reason I am up front with this information is that the accompanying author photo may imply some sort of relationship in that I appear to be gobbling the book up. I assure you that nothing could be further from the truth.
While colleagues of mine had recommended said tome to me, I was not quite prepared for the rubbery feeling of the pages. The pages were quite bend-ible and, get this, the book actually does float. Thus far, the book had delivered on its first promise, The Float Book is a true floater.
I then moved on to the text and storyline of The Float Book. Centered around the somewhat unlikely story of a Baby Lion Cub rafting on a river with his mom, the Lionness. Baby Lion Cub then has the startling idea to attempt to figure out what else floats, besides Baby Lion Cub in a tube and Lioness on a raft. After detailing a froggy, a turtle, and an alligator, Baby Lion Cub improbably finds a kitten and puppy dog canoeing. From there the storyline can only be said to deteriorate. And deteriorate rapidly.
The technical review of the book done, I moved on to the gastronomical review. I have attempted to taste, eat, consume, lick or otherwise use my tongue upon the book.
CONCLUSION: I have to say that the book is quite yummy. In fact, what this book may lack in "read-ability," it more than makes up for in "eat-ability."
Brooklyn, New York. July, 2007
As a pre-idealist, pre-one-year-old aficionado of children's literature, I was recently appalled at the dearth of book reviews of some of the more recent releases in the "Newborn and Up" category of Children's fiction. To rectify this situation, I began this new series with a look into
What Floats?
By: Julie Aigner-Clark
A Baby Einstein Book
Received as a gift during my pre-self-awareness days, I can assure that I have no relation with the author, publishing house or "publishing concept" of What Floats?. The reason I am up front with this information is that the accompanying author photo may imply some sort of relationship in that I appear to be gobbling the book up. I assure you that nothing could be further from the truth.
While colleagues of mine had recommended said tome to me, I was not quite prepared for the rubbery feeling of the pages. The pages were quite bend-ible and, get this, the book actually does float. Thus far, the book had delivered on its first promise, The Float Book is a true floater.
I then moved on to the text and storyline of The Float Book. Centered around the somewhat unlikely story of a Baby Lion Cub rafting on a river with his mom, the Lionness. Baby Lion Cub then has the startling idea to attempt to figure out what else floats, besides Baby Lion Cub in a tube and Lioness on a raft. After detailing a froggy, a turtle, and an alligator, Baby Lion Cub improbably finds a kitten and puppy dog canoeing. From there the storyline can only be said to deteriorate. And deteriorate rapidly.
The technical review of the book done, I moved on to the gastronomical review. I have attempted to taste, eat, consume, lick or otherwise use my tongue upon the book.
CONCLUSION: I have to say that the book is quite yummy. In fact, what this book may lack in "read-ability," it more than makes up for in "eat-ability."
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Sunday, July 1, 2007
Beautiful July 1st Day
I think that the weather today was perfect for my fair and supple skintone. I went to my second birthday party ever - for Ann, she was turning 1 years old (now, THAT is old) in the Upper East Side. It was a beautiful day, about 70 degrees and sunny. There were girls sunbathing in the park and I was like, hey, look, more boobies. That was cool.
I have really been getting into reaching for things a lot and making a cute face when I do it. I kind of lower my top lip and extend my lips like a snapping turtle. So, my parents decided that I should diversify my palate, extending from my usual and only taste I know, breast milk. Here I am trying desperately to get my dad's beer and my mom's iced coffee. Life is so hard when you are so little. Look at my struggles and travails:
Oh, yeah, this was also the first week that my dad took me out of my car seat and put me in... the Stroller. I think I like it. You can, like, chill and lay back. Plus my ride looks a lot sweeter now.
All in all, things are going pretty well. Dad and I are hanging out a lot. He gives me long baths and sings to me. I like that. We take lots of walks and, well, Dad sings to me a lot. Plus he lifts me up like an airplane, if I knew what an airplane actually was. Wait, was that the thing I was on a couple of times? I don't know. No object permanence, no worries. Its like Bob Marley parenting skills.
Click on the picture below for the complete album:
I have really been getting into reaching for things a lot and making a cute face when I do it. I kind of lower my top lip and extend my lips like a snapping turtle. So, my parents decided that I should diversify my palate, extending from my usual and only taste I know, breast milk. Here I am trying desperately to get my dad's beer and my mom's iced coffee. Life is so hard when you are so little. Look at my struggles and travails:
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| From 17-19 Weeks |
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| From 17-19 Weeks |
Oh, yeah, this was also the first week that my dad took me out of my car seat and put me in... the Stroller. I think I like it. You can, like, chill and lay back. Plus my ride looks a lot sweeter now.
All in all, things are going pretty well. Dad and I are hanging out a lot. He gives me long baths and sings to me. I like that. We take lots of walks and, well, Dad sings to me a lot. Plus he lifts me up like an airplane, if I knew what an airplane actually was. Wait, was that the thing I was on a couple of times? I don't know. No object permanence, no worries. Its like Bob Marley parenting skills.
Click on the picture below for the complete album:
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| 17-19 Weeks |
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
4 Months and a Wedding (and a Video)
Weekly Photo
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| From Boston June 2007 |
See the Full Album Here on PicasaWeb. We didn't actually take too many photos outside of the hotel room in Boston as I was just mobbed by the paparazzi, or, as I like to say, the poopaparazzi.
4 Month Checkup @ The Doctor
The much anticipated weigh-in, what will he be? [The following to be said in announcer's voice with the microphone being lowered from the ceiling to the ring....]
In this corner...... weighing in at.......
17 pounds, 7 ounces
27 and one-half inches long .........
welterweight Ezra "The Tank" Miles Cohen
Indeed, as of June 26, 2007 (exactly 4 months), I am in the 95 percentile for weight and I am off the charts in my length. Off the chart? What chart do you ever mean? Well, its this handy dandy chart right here (okay, not so dandy or handy) explains it, if you can see it. Anyhow, my doctor said nice things about me, complemented my toushee and played with me. I smiled at her and then, that sadistic b*** pricked me with 4 needles!! Can you believe that?!?! I was all "Awhwhwhwhwh!!!" at the top of my lungs. About a minute later when I had forgotten about all of that, I was like all "Hey, this place is pretty cool. Nice and air-conditioned....." Its nice to have a half-life on my memory of about 15 seconds. Its all new all the time. I am basically a goldfish swimming in a bowl, except that I breathe air, have a lot more hair and drool.
After the doctor's office, we all went to Tom's Diner, a kind-of famous place in Prospect Heights. I sat there while my dad and my mom got their fix of turkey bacon (its not "real bacon" says my Uncle Brandon, but my dad seems to like it.) My dad also had an egg-cream. He can't help himself.
Pretty much since then, I've gone out on a couple of walks with dad and I have been sleeping real well - a side-effect of the shots, they say. Otherwise, we're bunkering down in the AC. It is hot out there.
Christina and Eli's Wedding!!
This past weekend was cause for joyous celebration as my Uncle Eli married my (now) Aunt Christina in Brookline, MA. My dad was the officiciaiaiant, you can do that in Mass
asssachusssttss. I can't spell so good but my dad spoke at the wedding. I watched him during the rehearsal and drooled. I think that about sums up my experience. Here I am watching Dad:It was a great weekend with lots and lots of family. I met my Great Aunt Lorraine for the first time and she was a "trip" alright. All she wanted to do was dance, dance. I saw my Great Papa and Nan
a The Great in addition to Grandpa and Nana. I also met some of my cousins for the first time, Cousin Aleks, Cousin Hannah, Cousin Alicia, Cousin Martin, Cousin Lauren, Cousin Harvey and Cousin Sharon. I also saw my Great Aunt Judi - she is cool - and my Great Uncle Paul. Plus I saw my Great Uncle Richard and Great Aunt Debbie and visited their house for the first time. I think there are some pictures of me there - does someone have them? Anyway, I told you, a lot of family...I also had my first non-family babysitter, some chick named Fran (except Courtney, but she ise like family). She was pretty cool, she just graduated BU where a lot of my family went.
Video!!
I told you I would give you a flattering video of myself and I will not disappoint... Since we got home, my dad has been giving me lots of lots of baths for my toushee (or, maybe, to wipe the stink of the Red Sox outfit I had on). Well, I guess I should mention something else - um, its kind of important:
When we drove home from Massachusetts, something very curious happened. You see, I've noticed these two funny things attached to my legs recently. In fact, the first time that I saw them, I fell in love with them. I believe the date was June 8, 2007. As some of my more ardent fans and supporters may now know, how do I express that love? I love to suck. Yes, its true. Lick, suck, place my face on. I do it all the time. There is a great book with textures called Zoo's Who and everytime I see that damn Toucan and Leopard, I can't help but lick the book. So, long story short. Since I saw those things attached to my leg, I was told they are feet and I love them. I have struggled, contorted, twisted, manipulated and done every which thing in order to get those in my mouth -- including the so-called toes. Well, somewhere in Western Massachusetts, it happened. I DID IT! I got that damn big toe in my mouth and ever since, I have been unstoppable.
So, without further ado, here I am (in the lead role) sucking on my toe in the bathtub and being otherwise cute:
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