Holiday Greetings

With December 25th looming ahead my parents decided to make a Holiday card. Do you think it's strange they included themselves in the card? It's kind of cute, they still think thier image is of interest to other people.

I don't know why I included myself and my beautiful wife in the pic. I kind of know people just want to see the truly cute 2 and a half year old angel but maybe some people will respect my good cheer and good wishes.

Nor-easter

I don't like the way my dad says "Nor-easter." It sounds like he's afraid. So I told him, "Daddy, bagel." And in deed we survived the winds coming off the hudson, the slushy ice, the pepply rain and enjoyed a toasted bagel.

It's true, every once in a while I feel afraid. I pretend the wind can cause no harm, and yet the nor-easter sends a chill through me, for wild winds don't care what a nice person I am.

Sticker Art

I am a sticker artist. I find some people shrug and giggle when I declare my sticker work to be art. My palette of stickers is vast, and I use it to paint portraits of my world. I live in a world of candy canes, dogs, lions and beach balls. I live in a world of Elmo, tabloid journalism and Oprah, and believe me, there are stickers for every part of our world. I love when things are sticky on the back and can put them where ever I want. Today is Chanukah, and I took a giant snoopy sticker and stuck it on my shirt. I don't feel that has anything to do with Chanukah, except, maybe just as the Maccabees were out of oil but had light, we have Snoopy stickers.

I have been drawing and making wooden birds for years but some days long to be a sticker artist. I wonder if Duchamp would have been a sticker artist if he were alive today.

Up and at 'em - Snow Pants!

"Up and at 'em!" The first snow of the year. I put on my brown snow pants, up! fleece hat and mittens on, and at em! I just finished reading the History of the Snowman, by Bob Eckstein who gave me a lot to think about as I contemplate making my very first snow man.

Emma did great in the snow. I got on her boots, parker, hat and mittens, so I was on top of things. The snow pants actually were a smart purchase, as she slipped and fell on her bum at least four times. It's always good as a parent when things you've been a part of work out in your child's best interest.

DRESSSSS

So, I go over the GWB in a black velvet party dress for the Thanksgiving. Is it me, or does it sometimes seem little kids have to get more dressed up than the adults they emulate.

Emma looked great.

First Bubble Bath makes you wonder

Yes, enjoying my first bubble bath, it makes me wonder if life could be this great, why did my parents wait so long to give me this super-fun bath, and if my whole life could be this heavenly, is it up to me to get the bubbles. Lately my dad's been complaining about the economy and how it would be better to Euros. Bubbles make things super great. If bubbles were everywhere, in the subway, the mall, the sewers, the economy would pick up. My favorite bubble bath is manufactured by Elmo bath co.

I think Emma has an interesting perspective. My layers of bubbles, causing a wall of white foam, could help the economy. I just want her to be clean, though my wife yells at me, because bubbles are notoriously bad for babies skin.

to the Museum

It's a cold and bitter Saturday, what better to do than take our toddler to the
Museum, see the bones of old turtles, ferocious monsters, over sized birds that want to snag and eat young children. Well, my parents were the only ones to think this is fun, the museum was overflowing. My dad waited on line, while my mom and me sat on a nice bench, for 20 minutes. I don't know, they should have enough money to light the rooms, but many are dark. I let my parents know I didn't like being led into a hall of darkness with whales, fish and cavemen. They seemed shocked, and dismayed.
Fortunately we made it to Arties for snacks.

It's not easy being a dad. I thought going to the museum was like a magic gift I was giving my wife and child. Really, it was liked putting myself through hell just so I could sit in on my couch and say to myself. "I made it thought hell. My wife and child were not in awe of what I'd accomplished, the taxi ride, the coat check in, the diaper bag packing, the carrying the baby. This is why back is so sore. I was just doing what I was supposed to do, you know.