Elmo and Me

I am trying to figure out why I love Elmo so much. It's almost like an obsession. I think of Elmo while I sleep, I have an Elmo shirt, he's even on my diapers. I recently got an Elmo umbrella and I can't wait for it to rain.

Emma does love Elmo. Maybe we are fueling a relationship that is unhealthy. Maybe both my wife Adina and I have a need for a fuzzy red man with an orange nose who is never unhappy.

Display of Strength

Look at me, I am hanging from a bar. My da-dee took this photo with his cell phone. I feel really fantastic holding my own weight up in mid-air, like there's nothing I can't do.

A Capozzi Moment

This dress is reversable. On one side red with white pokka-dots, on the other, white with red. I went to the Capozzi pool. Mamma Rochelle mad a house just for kids, with miniature chairs, pictures and tables. Even the ceilings are low, about six feet high. Unfortunately she didn't install mini air conditioning and my parents almost passed out.

Tina Capozzi runs a dating service for wealthy thin people. I hope when I fall in love it will be under an apple tree and won't involve Tina Capozzi.

Vacation Over

Well, I'm back in New York City. It was a never ending adventure of sun, heat, hotel port-a-cribs, late nights, red bulls and putting all my posessions through those conveyor belts at the airport. I got my grand-ma hooked on Elmo DVDs, which was easier than I thought it would be.

3 Blonde cousins

Rachel, Sarah and Shophie, my super fun cousins in Marin County, California, showed me the ropes in Marin. I don't have to go to bed at 7, as my parents told me. They stay up much later, and rarely if ever nap. We stayed up till 9, even ten o'clock, talking about the meaning of life and advanced theories of ball throwing and hopscotch. They run around in their own private garden with sunflowers and climbing gyms. They traing three hours a day to be Olympic gymnists. People in Marin like to explore their bodies in public, eat organic foods and take bubble baths. I like having cousins in Marin.

Woodstock Animal Sanctuary

Here I am at the Woodstock Farm animal sanctuary. I met Carly, who protected June Bug, a nine week old pig. Mommy kept saying RADIANT, RADIANT. No one knew why she was yelling that word. Woodstock is a strange town. Everyone just seems to sit around selling old stuff. Apparently, this is the home of peace, love and forgiveness. They have good muffins.

We visited my dad's friend, whose name is supposed to be Sally. Apparently, she uses and alias in town, so people won't know her real name. "It's a small town, everyone knows what everyone is doing." Sally go defensive and said, "How do you know Sally is even my real name." Adults can be so complex.

My Big Birthday Bash

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.