swinging ecstasy

I just want to take a moment to say how much I love swinging. My body coasts through the air so quickly I could swallow butterflies. I am in charge and totally losing control. I want my whole life to bring me to the moment of swinging ecstasy.

Christmas Spoon Miracle

Don't underestimate me. People thought I wasn't ready, but on Christmas Day I grabbed a spoon in my grand-parents kitchen and served myself a bite of cottage cheese. Grand-Pa Ira and Grand-Ma Annie cheered with glee. Maybe there is Christmas magic in New Jersey.

All I know is food tastes better when you can control your own spoon.

What will the Dermansky family wear today?

It's my daddy's dream that we all wear the same outfits. Well, he made his dream come true. He made us all wear yellow cab T-shirts. On the back of the shirt it shows the rates for a cab ride in New York. I hope when I'm 16 we don't wear the same outfits everday or that my dad's dreams change.

Tomorrow I'm taking a cab to my grand parents in New Jersey. My dad loves it there but mommy says the suburbs are only fun to visit.

Holiday Sight Seeing

FAO Schwartz is for me. Rows of stuffed bull-dogs, shar-peis, teddy bears. There was a giant elephant named Dennis. He was five times bigger than my dad. Dennis didn't have a heart to pump blood because he was stuffed. Well, that's what my dad said. As we were standing there, the elephant leaned over and collapsed on dad. The empoyess rushed to help dad up and offered him a free ice cream soda.

We also saw a giant Christmas tree.

e-card

This is my e-card. My dad was obsessed with making a holiday card incorporating me into his drawings. My mom insisted that we send out a "normal" card: a simple photo of their beautiful baby, me. She was concerned that her relatives might think my dad is "wacky". In any case, my dad worked very hard to make this card so I'm humoring him, because I love him. You'll be receiving the e-card you see above if you're lucky enough to be on his contact list.

Only one more night to go for Chanukah.

Beacon of Light Pressure

It's the sixth night of Chanukah and boy was I busy today. There was a huge bash at Music Together. Gabrielle, the head of the program, has a smile like the Joker in Batman. There was a band and according to my mom the drummer was hitting on her! Then, mom took me to Morningside Bookstore to see "Danna-Bannana", a middle aged man trying to break into the toddler rock scene. I sang along to the ABCs, and Carpenter cover songs. While the adults danced I pulled as many books as I could off the shelves. Then, when I came home I was to meet this young man my parents keep pushing on me, Luke, who is cute and lives upstairs. Well, Luke threw up. He's a goy, which has nothing to do with his throwing up, but my parents keep reminding me. They seem to like the word "goy."

I have no great wisdom to offer today, just man, it's hard to be a beacon of light during the holiday season. I'm in so much demand: case in point, holiday photos taken next to burning menorah. My parents look possessed, by what, I'm not sure, but I'll figure it out.

Last minute shopping

It's December 19th already and I have so many last minute gifts to buy. My dad wants a yo-yo and new goals. My mom wants the perfect monologue.