4 Months and a Wedding (and a Video)

Weekly Photo

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 Massasssachusssttss. 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 Nana 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:

Father's Day

From 3 - 4 Months ...

"I love Father's Day!!"

My dad even wore an old tee-shirt for the day!

This is true vintage. Not UrbanOutfitter junk. Vintage, man, like me. Vintage 4 month old. Actually, its from Grandpa Tom's 1983 closet. Mom made it custom. She rocks.

Dad's office friends gave me this. I only hunt boobies. The camouflage helps though!

Thanks, Mom, for arranging a great Father's Day!

So not every week, really

Ok, ok, I guess my parents are getting used to me and are not going to ghost write my blog every week until my mid-thirties. In fact, its been weeks now since they've written a single update. Chutzpah!

So much has happened. Here is a taste.

Florida

I went to Boca Raton for the first time and met my Great Grandparents for the first time. That was really cool. I mean, my Great Grandparents. I think they liked me okay.

Pretty much, the trip was pretty cool. My Nana insisted on giving me like a million baths. I was squeaky clean. Nana, I love you but a boy like me can chafe! Go easy!

(More below...)

Dad Time

As some of you know, my dad is an itinerant no-goodnik who works for NYC. As part of that job, he receives such stupendous benefits as bupkus wages and a mega-beauracracy. But what Dad also gets is.... 12 weeks of "paternity leave" to be with me. I think its pretty awesome. Ok, I think my dad is a big sissy. No, just kidding, he's, like, my best friend. Now, my mom leaves for work everyday (that stinks!) and then I'm left at home with my dad (he stinks! literally).

But we do some pretty cool stuff together like:
Reading
Eating
Pooping
Eating
Burpring
Getting Iced Coffees
Going for walks in the park.
Pooping
Crying, waiting for Mom to get home.
Family Hug

All in all, I think my dad is really cool from taking time off from his burgeoning career to be with lil' ol me.


Swarthmore Reunion

Both my mom and my dad met at Swarthmore College, sometimes called the Quaker Matchbox for all the moms and dads who meet there. It is real pretty there and they showed me around. They even got me to stay in a dorm room for my first time ever! (I am only 4 months old, but next time, I think I will opt for a proper hotel room -- and I didn't even have to use the shower!)

Here I am in an average size chair on the lawn in front of Parrish Hall. Its not a bad place, I may even consider going there one day -- NOT! I am not going to be a dork like my mom and dad. I can't believe you thought I might be Swarthmore '28!!

(Click on link below photo for more pictures)

From Swarthmore Re...

I laugh at giraffes. I'm just that cute.

(me and my giraffe teether, thanks John and Nicole!)

Ezra Laughing!!!
(This is the YouTube link. Apparently, I've been told, there are other Ezras on there doing things. I thought I was the only Ezra ever.... Hmmm. I will have to think about this. Okay. That's over.)