Brooklyn Childrens Museum

The Brooklyn Children's Musuem is, well, totally awesome!

As you can see, they even have places where kids like me can pretend shop and pretend make L&B Spumoni Gardens pizza. Like any good kid from Brooklyn, I looooooooove pizza. (Sometimes I have even woken my parents up saying the word "pizza." I am finally starting to break out of my parent's obsessive "health food" lifestyle - ahhhhhh, the power of language.)

So, anyway here I am at pretend L&B's Spumoni Gardens.

As you can see I'm very busy.



Here's a da-pizza pie! I don't wanna hear no backtalk, eh? I worka all day on dees here pizza pie!



Then, I also went shopping so I could stock my pretend kitchen at home.







I may be 22 months old (can you believe it?) but I have lots of errands to run! I even have to check myself out!

"I see Mommy!"

This is my first sentence.

I am 21 months old. I woke up this morning and saw my mommy. So, I was just telling my dad that "I see Mommy." It was about 5:30 a.m. and, yes, I saw my mommy. Like my dad, she was also sleeping.

So, I just had to repeat my sentence, over and over again and .... louder and louder until someone lifted their head up and acknowledged me.

Here we are reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear together. You guys have GOT to read it. It made me laugh so hard!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Happy Turkey Day!!
Sharing our thanks for many blessings.



My mom worked very hard on dressing me up in that homemade costume. (My dad and my grandma mimi also kicked in. The pictures are totally homemade.) As you may have come to expect from my parents, they took like a million photos of me -- and, I must admit, I enjoyed Vogue-ing for the lens. (Hey, babe, it may be 1621 but even a Pilgrim has to get into the groove!)

Here are a couple of other photos and a link to a short album. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!!

From Pilgrim

From Pilgrim

From Pilgrim

Here is the link to the set:

Pilgrim

Political Endorsement

[My name is Ezra Miles Cohen and I approve this message.]



It's true, Obama is Number #1 !!!!!!!!



Ba-Rack the Baby Vote!!!

Get out there and exercise your right to determine my future.
(Man, that's deep)


P.S. Obama announced his candidacy on February 10, 2007. I was born on February 26, 2007. His campaign is a few weeks older than me! Weird!?!

Smarter than a Speeding Bullet

Some of you know that my mom is a bit crazy and loopy with the whole costume thing. She really refuses to buy anything and kinda obsesses a little bit. My Dad tolerates the whole thing pretty well because he loves her. And he is always impressed by her pluck, her grit and her resourcefulness. This year was no different.

Without further ado.....

Faster than lightning,
Stronger than steel,
Smarter than a speeding bullet [wait a minute?!]

It's Super Grover!!!!!!!!



And.....

As if that wasn't enough, my Mom made me a second costume. We were off to NC (oooh, a SWING state) to see my grandmother, Mimi. So, my Mom sought to confuse my gender identity and make a scathing political satire all at once. Oh, and she even remembered to change my diapers amidst all these costume changes:

[You need to picture me holding a Moose and a Helicopter to get the full joke.]



It's Sarah Palin!!!!!!!!
(Definitely NOT smarter than a speeding bullet.)

Urban Baby

My dad has taught me to navigate urban life in so many ways. But some things I just pick up on my own. For example, I now insist (and I mean INSIST) that we put in the side view mirrors - on BOTH sides of the car. I mean, you can't be too careful.



Mission Accomplished.

Now its time to go enjoy this beautiful autumn day in Brooklyn, New York.

From Short 20 Months

OLE!

I only know a few words in Espanol. But I do know one thing.... Me gustan tacos!!

Here I am having the carne asado taco at Tacos Xochimilco in Sunset Park, Brooklyn.



Dang, that sure beats pureed squash!! Glad Mom stopped making that for me!!



Gracias!

Central Park Zoo

The Central Park Zoo is the place to be on a rainy day with your crazy Uncle Eli.

And that cool thing in the background. My parents keep saying Sea Lion but it doesn't look like any lion I've ever seen.

From Short 20 Months

New York (City) Hiking

For those of you that know the city of my birth, you know its pretty awesome. Great nightlife, amazing restaurants, super playgrounds and, well, that crashing sound you are hearing is Wall Street.

But what some of you don't know is that NYC is also a place of beauty. From Prospect Park where I live and go almost every day to some pretty weird areas that have some pretty neat stuff. Beauty in New York is relative. Its not the Arctic National Wildlife Reserve in Alaska (nor is it Wasilla, Alaska -- sorry, I know I am not yet 2 and can't vote yet...)


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We went hiking recently in Queens to one of the great flyways of shorebird migration. Here I am with my dad. He is looking for birds. Saw an osprey and some common ducks and geese.



I, um, was very, um, excited. Can we go now?

The Right Words

Caption Contest!!!

From Short 19 Months

Please leave your suggested captions to my photo in the comments section below!

I am in Debt

$4.10

I owe money to the Brooklyn Public Library.
Can you believe this?

Is 19 months too young to worry about my credit score?

Words, Shwords

So this whole language thing is kinda like cool and overrated all at the same time. Cause its, like, hard for a 1 and 1/2 year old to remember the words that I am taught. Today, my mom left her kinda liberal, commie, healthy, no sugar fake animal crackers on the kitchen table.

Mom is the best. She loves me so much that she makes me eat this crap for my own good. Sheesh.

Anyhow, I hadn't seen this or eaten any in at least a few weeks when I walked around my parents hotel room chanting "cracker, cracker" like a maniacal NFL fan on Sunday. Today, all I could summon was "c--"
"C--"

I just, I mean, I couldn't remember it. So, I kinda screamed a little bit. I mean, why can't a kid scream now and again? And why can't my parents just read my mind? C'mon, that would make everything so much easier.

After awhile, my Mom finally gave in and reminded me of the word: "cracker"

All is right in the world again. Peace, love and animal "crackers"

K-i-s-s-i-n-g

After running around the hotel in Yellowstone and chasing down my older cousin Lily, I thought the time was right to move in and make my big move:



Yeah, we're smooching alright. And Alli is the matchmaker.

Summer Loving, happens so fast....

Olympic Dreams

One of the things I was doing this summer when I wasn't writing this blog was watching the Beijing Olympics 2008. Michael Phelps sure inspired me (plus the guy clearly loves his Mom); that's going to be a tough record to beat. In the meantime, I am working on my conditioning and weight gain.

As of this past week, my 18 month stats are:

Weight: 29 pounds and 12 ozs - 90% percentile
Height: 35 inches - Greater than 95% percentile - (My agent and I are busy trying to decide whether to sign with the Celtics or the Lakers)

I am going to try and do both sets of Olympics - Summer 2028 and Winter 2030. Summer, I've definitely basketball. Winter is a bit trickier. I'm thinking the Long Ski Jump. I've begun practicing my form:

Busy, Busy, Busy...

Most people think being a baby is a cakewalk. Well, I've got news for you.
I am not a baby. I am a toddler.

And I'm a toddler with responsibilities at that.

I've got parents and imaginary friends to feed. Here I am slaving away in the kitchen.



And, as you can see, I'm quite pleased with the final taste.



I also have to do my share to tidy up:



Then there's my baby to take care of:



And of course, I try to do my bit to serve the poor of Calcutta:



And if all that's not enough, I have to endure a fair amount of torture from my parents. Tell me, dear reader, what's so funny about wearing sunglasses in the bath tub? I just don't get it:



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I Love Shoes

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Helping mom put her `shu-shoos' on. That's my word for shoes, people. Its just one of the words I say now-a-days. Or one of the words I try to say anyway...

Here are some others:
'nana' for banana
'taxi' for, you guessed it, taxi!
'bubble' for a nice soapy bubble
'dada' for the Big Guy
'mama' for my Number 1 Mom

and, my favorite.....
"Bye-bye!!!"

The Weigh-In

Loyal readers:

It was been a while since you've last heard dimensions of my girth and other sundry physiological data. Readers have been curious about my progress. As you may recall, I began in this world as a somewhat large individual (okay, mom, I was a beast). I was in the 95% percentile in most-everything and all the nurses in the hospital were impressed by my heft. As I aged, I slowed down a bit but I seem to be kicking it into high gear again.

As of this week, my 15 month stats are:

Weight: 27 and 3/4 pounds (12 ozs) - 95% percentile
Height: 33 inches - 95% percentile
Head Circumference: 19 and 3/4 inches (I don't know, sounds big, doesn't it?)

You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Rainy Day and I'm not so Blue

Spring showers don't get me down. No, not at all. Its always sunny on the inside people. That's my Dr. Phil teaching for the day. Only its Dr. Ezzie. Dr. Ezzie says "Keep it sunny on the inside while its raining on the outside."

Oh and be sure to wear a rain jacket. This one is from my great grandparents, Nana the Great and Papa. Its a little Paddington. I dig it.



And here I am with my crazy Uncle Eli.
What's with that guy!?!



Aunt Christina, too.



And dear ol' Mom and Dad.

Chicken Man!

So my parents are not above doing stupid things to teach me words. When they began feeding me chicken (not a big fan) recently, they started prancing around the kitchen doing the Funky Chicken dance. They did this on more than one occasion. I am not even kidding. I admit that I liked it and laughed. Can't say for sure that I associate their Funky Chicken dance with actual chicken, the substance.

Speaking of which, anyone ever notice the similarities between the words "chicken" and "kitchen"? Anyone? Well, it you play with the letters and sounds, they are actually pretty similar words. So much so that I am little confused. Check me out trying to flap my arms when my mom said "kichen." Hey, its not so easy to learn new words, cut me some slack.

Taking out my stoller for a walk

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My parents bought me this very,very masculine stroller this weekend ("its European" for you Seinfeld fans). I LOVE it. I am now very busy carting my things around the neighborhood. Well, actually, the only doll I will let stay in my stroller is this large overweight penguin that my grandparents bought me. Every other item my parents try to put it causes me to take it by the head and throw out of the stroller. It is a sacred seat and only the large overweight penguin may occupy it.

More pictures if you click the photo.

Happy Mother's Day!!

This goes out to my Mom. (Yo, Momma). She's the coolest Mom a boy like me could ever hope for. She loves me like sooooooo much. Like from the moon and back and then again. And like a fire truck. She feeds me, hugs me, changes me, plays with me and makes chicken noises with me. Words can't possibly do her justice. So, this one goes out to my Mommy. (I love you, Mom.) She totally, totally rules.

In honor of Mom, we took some pictures today. Here they are:

Here is the link to the full slideshow.


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Lost in Thought

I'm hanging with the older kids

I don't know, I just kinda, y'know, I just kinda feel like kids my own age are soooo totally immature. So most of my friends are at least 2 years old. People often ask me why I hang out with older kids in the neighborhood. I generally don't answer them. First of all, I can't really talk. Hello, I am only 14 months! Secondly, even I could talk, I would tell them that their statements smack of "ageism" and that is totally uncool. Everyone knows that. Thirdly, well, I know that perhaps its a little trite....but I am currently seeing an older woman. She had her 2 year old birthday party today (happy birthday babe), down the block from me. My parents don't actually know her parents. I like it that way because -- my parents are totally embarrassing. If they knew, they would giggle about it and probably drop me off right in front of her house (how embarrassing!). So, my babysitter takes me. We have kind of a pact not to tell my parents.

Here are Sandy and I at the party today:


I'm a little sweaty from running around. Plus its hard to keep the girls off of me:



I brought my g-friend a little present today. And I got my first birthday party giftbag!! Watch out ladies, I am on the 2 yr old birthday party circuit now!

Come this way!

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Come with me quick, Mom. I can walk on the street all the way to the swings in Prospect Park by myself (well, pretty much) but you have to hurry before all the swings are taken.

And, yes, I can also do it with "no hands"

But sometimes holding your Mom's hand is, well, it's just right.

SWING!!!!!!!!!

I am the Walrus

I saw the Walrus.

Here I am with Mr. Walrus at the Coney Island Aquarium. I went a couple of weeks when my grandparents were up for Passover. It was pretty awesome. I think that the Walrus wanted to eat me for lunch. I am not sure, but I am pretty certain that the Talmud says that I myself am not kosher for passover (I will have to check with my rabbi.)

In other news of passing interest, this was the month in which I got my first kicks as I tried to walk:



I love my shoes and often point to them, cuddle with them and occasionally even wear them. They are called StrideRite.

Of course, soon I was like a little ET holding my Mom's hand as I got up my nerve. Here I am at a racy exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum by some very cool Japanese artist named Takashi Murakami. I didn't really know too much about him before I went. I mean, I know that Anime is like Japanese cartoons but this guy is pretty creative. My dad got yelled at for taking this picture (holding mom's hand like E.T.) but he says it was worth it.



Here I am pointing out another of his sculptures:



OTHER PHOTOS:

The blog has been very quiet lately so I am posting all of my 13th month pictures here and my 14th month below.

13 Months

Here are the links to other recent pictures from my 14th month on this planet. I hope that you enjoy.

14 Months

IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!

I am walking, y'all!!! No joke - check me out!!!!!!



Okay, I've had some smaller baby steps before and I'm not exactly Jackie Joyner Kersey but ........ WOW!!!!!!!! I love it!

Why didn't anyone tell me that life moves this fast?

Check out my Big New Chompers

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I have been taking these new babies out for a test drive, eating pretty much everything put in front of me. This morning I ate a Kossar's Bialy out Mom and Dada's plates. Yesterday, I ate a whole Dr. Praeger's veggie burger. Ate some Lahmanijan lamb pizza from the lebanese place Olive and Vine. Oh yeah, and some homemade Oaxacan quesadillas. I've also had some Bangladeshi chicken and papadum. The only thing my parents wouldn't let me eat was some Thai food. Something about chilies, sweating and fear for my lower intestinal track.. Oh, yes, my teeth. I digress. These things are cool. I love em and I love eating. I can crunch, crunch, crunch away. Crunch.