the heat of a baby b-day

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.

Dad better have mental development leaps like baby

Emma is set up to zoom down the slide. I wait below to both catch her and take her picture. Unfortunately, it is not possible to do both, so sometimes she just zooms off the edge and lands on her butt.
I'm not a perfect dad, which is hard to accept. I mean I'm not perfect and examples pop up all the time, but I have to at the very least seem enthusiastic and competant, for Emma, for the other parents. The worst thing would be for other parents to question my precense in the play ground.
"What are you doing here?"
I'm here for my daughter, Emma.
"Oh, I didn't think you, I mean, Oh, you're a father." All the commas are pauses that linger like butterflies.

Sassy Brand Letters

Who has time to bathe? Once I feel like composing a phrase, a thought, a sonnet, I just press my Sassy brand letters against the tiles of the tub. My dad is always looking for ways to stretch my mind, as if it were made of silly putty. Actually, it is made of a substance similiar to silly putty.

Abstract Expressionist

When I lift my crayon, I feel power. It will land on the paper and I will create a new world. Not only that, it will be a perfect world.

A lot of critics are so demanding, "Are you an abstract expressionist like de Kooning?"
People are always desperate to pigeonhole genius.

swamped

People always want to know what I've been up to, museums, dvds, the gym, internet dating. Whatever! I'm swamped. I have so many calls to make, by 1 o'clock I'm ready for a nap. So if I don't call you back, realize that it's nothing personal. I really love everyone, at this point in my life. I just have a little too much going on.

Car seats no more

Car seats are annoying. My parents seem to think I need to be strapped in for safety. I am ready to go, go, go.

Here I am riding a prehistoric elephant like creature. When I grow up I plan to grow wings and fly, or get a pilot's license.

Let's get serious in 2007

Happy New Year. "Wow!" I started off 2007 in the Bahamas. Here you can see me partying on a giant lobster. Behind me is a giant mushroom, part of Atlantis, a kids paradise. There are sharks, stingrays and buffets galore.

To all my peeps, I'm back in New York after visiting my Grandma Renee and Grandpa Charles. They kept the New Years Celebration rocking. They're friendly with Dick Clark and love watching Bonanza at full volume. This year I want to learn to knit, gamble and speak in full sentences.