Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Here I am, my second birthday walking on a grass field in my party dress. It was a sunny morning and all the parents were lounging around on blankets. My daddy through out foam balls, colored slinkees, drums with little noisy balls attatched to them, tiny organs from his wacky giant case. He lead everyone in song. I wish all days were like this.
OUR BABY SITTER DIDN'T SHOW. I HAD TO GET 24 CUPCAKES, A FOLDING TABLE, 24 BABY PROOF WATER BOTTLES, BLANKETS, GIFT BASKETS WITH BABY SWEATBANDS, BENDABLES, SLINKEES PLUS ALL THE TOYS FOR THE SING ALONG, NAPKINS, A TABLE CLOTH, COOLERS FOR ICE, ICE AND MY WIFE FROM MY APARTMENT DOWN THE BOTTOM OF A HILL IN RIVERSIDE PARK, UNDER A TREE. THAT I ACCOMPLISHED ALL THESE THINGS AND IT HASN'T BEEN COVERED IN ANY NEWS OUTLET SHOWS THE DISCREPANCY IN WHAT IS NEWS WHAT IS REPORTED. I WAS AWESOME.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Raging horses, popping up and down, manic lights, jestures, clowns, the horror of spinning nostalgia is not my idea of fun. Yet, this is where I found myself for Edan's birthday party. My dad held me for dear life. He has absolutely no riding experience. I stopped screaming and shaking, as he was sweating and twitching, mumbling and praying to god for the ride to end. I enjoyed the sugary cupcakes Shelly gave me on a Shrek plate, a just reward.
It's true, I got a little scarred and the carousal went faster than I expected. Being a New York daddy is never as mellow as I foolishly think it's going to be. Emma is a super baby, and nothing is going to stop her from experiencing all there is to experience. I'm rambling, tormented late night daddy ramble.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
So happy, it's summer. Here I am returning from Stanford, Connecticut on the Metro North.
We were at Jacob Boemh's 8th brithday party at his grand parents fancy by the Sound. The Sound is a giant body of water like a lake, but called the Sound. There were grilled sausage and older kids swimming in cold-water pool. I just loved being with my mom and dad on the train heading home. I took a leisurely stroller nap along the shady country roads. I recommend giving it a try.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Hi friends. Here I am at the hottest birthday party on earth. They held it at the top of the YMCA on 63rd Street. It was on the roof of a 20 story building. The playground was radiating with the bright heat from the sun. They wanted to have the party as close to the sun as possible.
My dad quickly left the roof, going to an air conditioned Starbucks, which seems to be his home away from home. The coffee baristers seem like his extended family.