Friday, December 17, 2010
I went to American Girl, a three floor store on Fifth Avenue which only houses dolls. I bought a doll named Elizabeth. Maddy got a baby. Mommy took me through the store. Daddy walked out of the store and appeared when it was time to go to the tree. I was getting tired so he took me to Ben and Jerry's, which was in an underground mall, under Rockefeller Center.
Here is Adina with the girls at American Girl. It has been a great holiday season. Maybe we've had enough memories for 2010 and Christmas should be celebrated on the 18th. In my mind it is on the 18th, and that is that. Wishing you all a merry merry, tomorrow, the 18th.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Wow! This year Chanukah was on December 1st, way before Christmas. Being Jewish is all about being completely unpredictable. My dad told me some days I may get two presents, others 4, some one and some none. "You just don't know what's going to happen," he said. Well, today was the last day. Things I got: a pipe cleaner vase kit, Cinderella book, a journal, stamp blocks, cool building blocks (from Grandma), Leapster (I picked out at Toys R Us!) and weird doo-dads and a lot of chocolate money I already ate.
Daddy: After eight days I really needed to nap. Her teachers, so she said, told her on the eighth night you get your really big present. I didn't know about that tradition. Ugh, I thought. What is considered really big. Fortunately, Emma forgot about the really big present idea, and was happy to go with the "anything goes" Chanukah format.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Who blows up these balloons. I can blow up a little balloon, but not a giant Kermit the Frog. One day I'd like to have a blow up apartment. I'll just get someone to blow it up and I'll live in it. I could hop around in my bouncy castle.
Daddy: Anything is possible, maybe the hip families of New York will live in bouncy castles. Maybe the hippest ones already do. Going to see the balloon get blown up is challenging. Thousands of people get funneled into a fenced in side walk, around the Museum of Natural History. The kids can see nothing, so I had Emma on my shoulders for over a half an hour. All the dads did it and now we're all seeking out a chiropractor.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
"CANDY, CANDY, CANDY!"
I over heard Emma explaining to Maddy, "It is the greatest day ever. You walk around getting CANDY and then you eat it." Maddy ate some after every door. At bed time she was chanting, "CANDY, CANDY, CANDY."
Sister Julie took these fantastic photos.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Pre Halloween festivities at Weekday's school parade.
Look Mom, I made it: Homemade Playdoh!
There is a lot you can do in a box!
I've had these homemade Playdoh instructions since pre pre K, or the TWOS. But, YES, we got all the ingredients, flour, color dye, salt, Cream Or Tartar and we made pink and yellow playdoh! You can even eat it.
Daddy: I was intimidated, buying ingrediants such salt and Cream Of Tartar, but, with Emma's help, I was able to make homemade Playdoh, which is soft and edible.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Lunch on a grey tarp on a windy field.
Emma had a partner, Alex N., on the bus ride.
The magical pumpkin patch in Red Hook. The kids called it "Red Heart." It's a tough part of Brooklyn, where hipsters become farmers and grow organic greens on baseball fields.
I was excited to go to Red Heart. I'm ready to go anywhere. The big news is my dad came with me. He was one of the parents on the bus with me. It was so fun to have him. He had a special list with all the kids name on it. He let me hold it. Plus he saved my lunch for me. They always want you to eat it, right away, but I like to eat at my own pace. You don't rush worms to eat their lunch. You know worms eat coconut shells, orange peels and licorice and make it into fertile soil. I learned that at the community garden in Brooklyn that was right in front of a blue store called Ikea.
Daddy: I went on my first field trip. The school bus has a speakers along the sides of the ceiling playing pop music. The kids danced for one song and then just talked over it. One thing about being on a bus with kids, if you put your hands on the top of the seat in front of you, the kids in that seat will hit your hands. My hands were hit a lot. It was tiring and my hands were red but I was proud to be the dad of Emma on the bus.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Me with Princess Oona, who is 5 like me
Briefed on how to be a princess, for real
The magical table
I didn't pose for the photos when they asked me to, so my dad took this picture. Now he must to put it in the party frame.
MnM's in glass shoes, butterfly wings, make-up, nail polish and shiny gowns are all just part of being a princess. It was super fun. I don't know why people want to give Snow White a poisonous apple or kidnap Snow White. What do people have against princesses. We're all super nice. The party was fun and you can see from the pictures, there were no boys. Maybe if boys had princess parties instead of paintball, or whatever they do, our society and world would finally go towards peace. Just a thought.
Daddy: Alan, the dad of Princess Oona, who was the birthday girl and I were the only men at the big event. I think Emma is right. Princess parties are the way to go. For my 47th birthday I am having a princess party, with gatorade, tennis and men in pink.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Red Wood Trees go up and up and up!
Cousin Sara pulls me up a hill to a pool.
Coney Island: I went on a roller coaster, ate a Nathan's hot dog bun (I'm not a vegetarian but don't eat meat, except for Chicken Nuggets, and is that really meat?)
Arthur Ashe Kids Day, a passionate mob of youngsters hitting a yellow ball with a racket, no technique, just pure rage!
I went to San Francisco to see my cousins. Rachel, who is 13, had her Bat Mitzvah. She read from the Torah, a religious scroll. I didn't see it because I was playing in a sandy play ground because they don't like kids to talk during a ceremony with the Torah. It was Maddy's' fault. She kept saying, "My seat. My seat. My seat." Truthfully, it was boring, and I was happy to go outside.
Rachel was super cool and friendly and nice. She showed me how to do a head-stand and swim under water and she was awesome. She even does Facebook. San Francisco was much colder than NY. Manhattan was like a tropical swamp, without the water or coconut trees. Anyway I'm starting Kindergarten tomorrow so even if it is 95 degrees the season has changed (I hope it's not 95 degrees.)
Daddy: My wife wanted to go to Sesame Place to cap off the summer. I fell to my knees and said, "Please, sweetie, can we go next summer." She got mad until she saw I was crying. Summer is not easy.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
There's a picture of what looks like the Daytona 500. All isn't what it seems. If you look closely, all of the fans in the Florida heat are made of Lego. It seems anything you see in life can be duplicated out of little pieces of Lego. I wonder if their is a person on this earth who looks just like me but she's made of Lego.
Daddy: I've been reading a lot of Tripadvisor reviews. They are frightening. All of the warnings and criticisms of the great sights across America. But, you know, the truth is frightening. At the Legoland rides there are markings that say, "the wait is one hour from this point." It is not easy to occupy a 5 year old for an hour on light. All the songs and stories and times I say, "It's only five more minutes," feels like a long day's journey into Lego.
In this ride you pull your body weight up to the top of the rope, looking over the lake filled with Lego wildlife. See daddy lifting Emma to the top. Emma said, "Kids help pull, but Daddy did most of it."
Monday, August 23, 2010
I declare today to be Just Because I Love You Day.
Daddy: It feels like the humid summer is coming to an end, which feels great, especially now that it's Just Because I Love You Day.
The family recently returned from San Francisco and San Diego, where we say cousins and grand parents and Tina. We'll recap the trevails of air travel and new ways for a meltdown over the next week.
Friday, July 2, 2010
What do they grow at Victoria Gardens? Roller Coasters! That's why it's my favorite garden.
Daddy: Emma is 5. Her B-day is the event of the universe!
Well, maybe just to me. I was not able to meet the 15 kid minimum. My invitations don't carry the same wait as say Seinfeld. I invited every kid in her class, and all the kids we play with and then kids from past classes! Everyone claimed to have other plans such as their own birthday party (which was on the same day) or they are attending another party they were invited to first or they had to do their laundry.
I had to pay for a party with 15 kids when there were only eight. Victoria Gardens gave my bruised ego an extra kick in the gut.
It was a super fun party for Emma, and it is actually easier to have 6 kids and their parents than 15. Every kids party is a chance to learn and grow. What is my lesson? I am ready to commit to a 12 step program.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Riding Ponies, water slides, bungee jumpin', fireworks, disco dancin', ice cream at every lunch and dinner (Next year they should have ice cream at breakfast. Daddy said I can e-mail mangagement.) Rocking Horse Ranch rules!
Daddy: Imagine a world of horses, western music, rocking horses, families with kids you've never met surrounding you 24/7. The rooms are creaky, you hear the people above and next to you, but it doesn't matter because you only children are so hyped up that they don't fall asleep until 1 AM. I took Emma and Maddy to the front desk at 1 AM and told them, "Please, please help me." The girl at the desk laughed. She thought it was really cute.
As a 46 year old dad, if I was writing for Tripadvisor, I'd point out, that though it may be cute to have all the dining room furniture made of sticks, grown men need back support. For the love of God. The kids had an awesome time but I feel I need to put into a padded room, debriefed, have my back messaged by twenty midgets and slowly be allowed back into adult life.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I almost forgot, I went to Jamaica. People said things like "Ya Man." When they said "Man," it was with a really slow and deep ah sound. I got to go into the Lazy River and the ocean. It was great to travel to a new island.
Daddy: Ya Man, I have returned from Jamaica and I have the Jamaican beads to prove it.
Friday, March 26, 2010
At night I post the weather. It is important to know if it is cloudy, partly cloudy, windy, blustery, rainy. That's why I post the weather in my living room.
Daddy: It is hard to sea the clouds at night, but Emma needs to know. She is precise. We're off to Jamaica. The weather, when on vacation, reveals its extreme importance. I am extremely scared of bad weather. I made the mistake of checking the weather on my iPhone and it says: Partly rainy. Please no!
Sisters in matching pajamas (with attitude which says, 'Dad, one day we won't put up with this')
Thursday, March 4, 2010
My dad and I picked out the bed on the internet-(US Mattress had the best price but my dad had to set it up). It arrived 26 days later. I picked out the heart sheets at Bed Bath and Beyond. I love being out of my low to the ground toddler bed, up in the air, now, where I belong, stretching my feet out with all the extra room! Hooray! HOOORAY!!!
Share the Joy, even baby sister Madeleine was estatic with the furniture's arrival. Dad: Emma counted out the days on a calender until the bed arrived. On the Wednesday the bed was due she ran into the bedroom at 7 AM and said, "Daddy, zero more days until the bed arrives." My greatest fear was the day of it's arrival. The shipping firm warned me they would just drop the bed unassembled on the curbside and it weighed 160 pounds.
Woa, how would the bed get up the four steps, through the double doors, into our third floor apartment. I'd need an Angel!
Emma's desire was so strong that an angel appeared: Angel, the super. He actually answered his phone and came over to help assemble the bed (I guess now he'll get his wings.). It takes up half her room but I don't think I've ever scene anyone so happy. The big girl bed is set up! HOORAY!