Tofu

A big theme in my early existence is...., well, my mom. And a big theme in my mom's existence is healthy eating and cooking. Exploration and learning by doing are the predominant philosophies in our household so wielding a very sharp Ikea plastic knife, I often get to help out in the kitchen. (My dad walked into the kitchen the other day and found me making a PB&J sandwich. My mom walked in after I tried to crack an egg to make scrambled eggs in my own little kitchen. That egg ended up on the floor... oops!)

Here I am cutting some tofu for a stir fry.

Halloween!

My mom loves Halloween. There is nothing that she loves doing more than making homemade Halloween costumes, just like when I was one and two (when she actually made me two costumes, albeit one a tad political.... )

This year was no exception.

I was, well, I call myself the Orange Baron!!



Take off!!



and, here I am with my good friend Charlie the Spider in New Jersey!

Challah with Mom

One of my favorite pastimes is eating. Unlike some kids, I rarely have to be coaxed, cajoled, or coerced to eat.

A lesser known fact about me is that I also like to cook. My parents cook with me all the time and I rarely need instructions any more. This week my Mom made challah for Shabbat. (Yeah, she is a cool mom.) I just pulled up a chair, stood on it, made a mess and started rolling.

From Challah with Mom

No instructions needed. I pretty much know how make a mess!

From Challah with Mom

Flour, flour, everywhere!!

From Challah with Mom

The final product.

From Challah with Mom

Ta - dah!

I love challah (which I call "challat" for some reason). Whenever I see it, I start singing "Shabbat Shalom" (which I also sing in my own special way..."Shabbat Shabbat Shabbat.. you get the idea.) I also love going to the special service for kids called Tot Shabbat so I have my little Tot Shabbat songs too.

Just don't call me "little" these days because I will be forced to contradict you as I am clearly "big" as I tell my parents day in and day out.

P.S. My mom will probably blog about her sugar-free challah soon, knowing her as I do ... for, um, my whole life.

Eating4Feeding

I will be updating my blog soon with the past weeks' fun activities. One of them was making pizza at home - once with Dad and once with Mom. You know, in the blogging world, you've got to link to other bloggers. It's called common courtesy. And when it's your Mommy's blog, well, it also just makes good business sense - I might get a treat out of this!

So, okay, here is my Mom's blog --
http://eating4feeding.wordpress.com/
-- where she talks about our little pizza party and more about food and nutrition and stuff. Definitely explore her posts. She's my mommy.

Boca, Bagels and Grandparents

I am back from Boca del Vista ("Oh, we'll have to move to Boca del Vista!" I may be little but I know my Seinfeld.)

I had a great time for a whirlwind weekend with my Nana and Grandpa.



1. Nova Scotia: If you're in Boca, you gotta have the nova at Bagels With. I like to demand "more, more fish, more more fish" - salty salmon is fun. Its also fun to play with your food



and your Grandpa



2. Awesome playground: It was unlike anything even my parents had ever seen (and they've seen everything!) There was water shooting all around and, well, I think my face speaks for itself here.



3. The Great-Grandparents: Nana the Great and Papa the Great were there, too. I laid a big smoochie on Nana the Great. It was her birthday --- 82 (that's about 80 years more than me). What a fun celebration.



And this is me with Papa the Great and the two Nanas.



4. The Pool: Dad throwing me in the air. Mom chillin' in the hot tub. Don't be jealous, Jay-Z, of my sweet baby krib. It's just how E. Miles rolls.





5. The Beach: This one is of me and my sandtools. I had to be convinced to take off my shoes. That took a while. I pulled an Eli. I refused to lower my feet when Dad lowered me to the ground. Eventually I was coaxed into taking off my shoes when I saw Mommy and Daddy do it. Then, I may have even had some fun:



Thanks, Nana and Grandpa for an awesome weekend, you guys are the bomb!

Billy Bob Cohen

Yeehaw!!!!!

Billy Bob Cohen here to tell you that usually you add teeth but gosh darnit if I haven't misplaced one of mine.




My folks, well, they can't tell me how it happened. They just said "Shit happens, son" So I am gonna be sporting this new hobo chic look for the next few years so y'all best get used to it! And, as I like to say now, "Shit happens. And then your parents clean it up for you."

Pinta

That's what I call my new cousin I just saw down in Greensboro, NC. Well, here name is actually Samantha but I like calling her Pinta. She's cute. Once I started kissing her soft little fuzzy head, I couldn't stop!





Shucks, I am a sucker for younger, cuter women! I am gonna love having such a cool cuz!

2 years old

2 years old and I am 32 pounds and 38 inches. Yes, that is over 3 feet. (Taller than a Smurf, too. I am so into 80s retro stuff...)

Dr. Finkelstein says that I am 90% weight and, well, 3 and 1/4 years old in height (I'm kinda off the chart on that one.)

And my Dad would like me to be a lefty so I can be a Southpaw pitcher.



I am definitely a righty though.

Dog is my co-pilot

I recently had some more guests to my new mid-Atlantic home. My uncle Eli ("Dai-Dai"), my aunt Christina ("Kiki") and my dog-cousin, Nessa ("Sessa"). Playing host is fun because you get to walk into the living room in your pajamas and wake up your guests by repeatedly saying their name until they groggily acknowledge your existence at 6 a.m. And then you get to pull up the covers and tug at their socks..

Plus, I've developed some core words like "Let's go!" to get people onto my two year old schedule.

I also have a very special relationship with my dog cousin, Sessa. Normally she usually runs scared - I am about 35 lbs and do not know my own strength, she is 4 1/2 lbs and doesn't like being assaulted by a two year old she sees as the Stay Puff Marshmellow Man from Ghostbusters. On this trip however, we developed a new fondness for one another.

[Warning: Adult content and situations; explicit licking; germaphobes best skip this video and view the G-rated photos:



And now, the Feature Presentation:




I don't know what else you can say after that video, do you?

Happy St. Patty's Day!!!!

From Ezra, the Irish Jew,

The Big Two!!

Faithful readers. It's hard to believe that our time together has passed so quickly and I have just celebrated my Second Birthday. It seems like just yesterday that I was delivered:



(If only, my mom wishes I arrived this way!)

Well, I know that you are sometimes lulled into complacency by my easy command of the English language. (It's just not as complicated as you teachers make it out to be!) But I have to tell you that I like this whole two year-old shtick. I get to order my parents around and cry and toss myself around uncontrollably when they fail to comply. I mean, what fun! I also get to try new words out. When my parents can't understand me or they don't read my mind successfully, I get to cry and toss myself around uncontrollably until they read my mind. Well, you get the picture. Suffice it to say, I have really embraced this whole two-year thing.

Well, my parents have also slacked on the picture department but here are a couple of pictures from my party this past weekend where I had so much company, I really didn't even take too many pictures. Those of you who have followed my struggles with my mom's insistence on a sugar-free diet will be pleased to note that my homemade Choo-Choo train cake was full of sugar (Yes!).

From Short 2 years old

I found out one other cool thing about birthdays. Get this. You get to demand cake with sugar in it. Then, people give you shit. Oops. Did I just say that? Uh oh. I hope my parents don't read this. I mean, I just copy what I hear and well, my parents better start being a bit more careful. There are some pictures of me with my new train table and fun stuff.

Oh, yeah, thanks Mom & Dad:



Here a few more photos:



P.S. Shout out to my grandparents here this weekend: Mimi, Nana and "Bawpah"

February 2009

Howdy strangers. It’s me. I know you probably don’t even recognize my voice since it’s been so long. Well, it's February 2009. My new cousin, Samantha, was born this month in North Carolina. I haven't met her yet but I’m pretty sure she is pretty cool. She comes from good stock.

Well, some of my most loyal blog readers recently left from a visit to my new home, and I’d like to give them a little Ezra Shout Out. Adam and Courtney – can you hear it? Whoo, whoo!! That’s right. They are always digging on pictures and videos of me. I was very sad to see them go. Cried all the way home.

Well, I thought that when I heard the word “airplane” that I was, like, being included in that trip. Right? I mean, what kind of parent tells a 2 year old that “Adam and Courtney are getting on an airplane” and doesn’t expect the 2 year old to just hear the following words: “blah blah blah AIRPLANE AIRPLANE!!” C’mon Mom and Dad. Yes, of course, I was obviously very upset to see my friends go, but I mean I also thought I got to go on an airplane. I live in a very airplane obsessed two-year old mind.

That being said, while they were here, I did get to go into Washington, D.C. with them (and Mom, too) on Lincoln’s 200th birthday celebration. I saw a very impassioned tour by the park guide at the memorial. I mean, this guy was into this Lincoln guy! I’m still not sure exactly who this Lincoln character is but I did have my diaper changed in his big marble house… Why is the writing so big?




Oh, and here I am with Courtney at the Museum of American History receiving some edification:



This marks the second time I’ve been on the Mall. Most of you know that I was there for OBAMA’S swearing-in, right? I just love saying his name, just rolls right off of my tongue. They are constantly saying this guy’s name on NPR so I constantly just repeat it. Obama, Obama, Obama.



Plus, everyone else around was chanting too. Take a look:

From Short 23 Months

Click the link for all of the pictures. I think my parents would have taken more but it was C-O-L-D that day. I was wearing about 6 layers. Plus, my parents attached a luggage tag to me ... in case I wandered off to try to find Obama. As you can imagine, I decided to stay put in my mom's arms....


See you soon!

Brooklyn?

Fuhgeddaboutit!!!!!!!!!

I am outta there.
I got a new town to learn:

From Bethesda Blogging

Happy Hanukah!!

This year was my second Hanukah although the memories of my first Hanukah are somewhat vague. This year I learned how to say it: "Kanukah!" WEll, close enough anyway. I also learned how to open presents (a skill I perfected in NC for Christmas at my Aunt Sally and Uncle Brandon's.)

I really loved the candles.

From Short 23 Months

Of course, sometimes I might try and grab some lit candles like the toddler that I am. Just to keep my parents on their toes.

Oh yeah, did I mention that Hanukah and Sesame Street seem to have be related? Somehow, I got an Elmo and a Grover. I guess that they were friends with Judah the Maccabee?

From Short 23 Months