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"