Born to rock

Man, did you ever feel like you were born to rock!
My hands strum the magic strings and words channel through me. I wrote a song entitled, Marly the Cat. 'Marly is ready to sleep and she wants a family dog!' the song goes.
We no longer have a cat, because they like to attack kids, when kids grab their tails, but they're fun to write songs about.

I bought this pink guitar from a Mexican man wandering around the upper west side. Emma had spoken about wanting a guitar and when a man with a giant box of guitars wandered past me, strumming a miniature guitar right in front of Zabaars, I took action.
"Ten dollars Poppi" he said.
Sold American!

Halloween is coming

Putting on the fuzzy reds of Elmo makes me feel like I can lift 200 cookies with my bare hands, though I can't feel my hands, as they are covered completely with fuzz.

People seemed aghast that we would dress our child like Elmo. "Don't induldge these children," I was told by a grump guy in Starbucks.
"It's Halloween," I said.
"Not for six days," he said, picked up his latte and stormed out.

Tub Seat

Maddy is in the tub! Her seat was used by the astronauts who went to the moon and were scared of floating away into the galaxy.
All of my toys fit into the seat like a shopping cart. We both got squeaky clean and I showed her how to draw and make mosaics. I got an A+ as a big sister.

It was a stroke of genius getting the baby seat for the tub. I am in fact a baby wrangler extraordinaire.

Target sponsors Columbia Book Fair

I made sticker bags, I ate a monster sized muffin, stood on daddy's shoulders, battled stilt people (people on stilts). Yes, there are no limitations at the Columbia book fair. Lisa Loeb showed up to talk about dating and tanning salons. Target had a book tent where I got 5 cools books. I support Target book day at Columbia.

I'm still in shock. Lisa Loeb sang an anthem about apples and bananas, broke down in tears and was carried off the stage by a giant Elmo. If I've learned anything, it's that children's entertainment is not easy.

Tash·likh

My parents said, "Emma, we're going to throw bread into the Hudson river. Do you want to go?"
Yes!
It's called Tash·likh, which is one of the many things you do for Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.
Then they said each bread crumb represented a sin from the past year we were symbolic-ally dumping into the bottom of the river. You can see all the bread in the river. Jews up and down the west side were clogging up the Hudson River.
Daddy took a giant piece of bread and through it like a discus all the way to New Jersey. I wonder what his sins are.

I really didn't do anything full of sin this year. No late night partying in the West Village. I'm sure there's something bad, bad, bad I did, so I threw a giant piece of stale Challah all the way to New Jersey, to cover all bets.

Boogie-board Fever

Imagine just standing up, not having to move your legs or knees and still getting around town. That is the genius of the Boogie-board. It's like surfing, and the stroller is the wave. I feel good.

The issues and debates hitting hard in the Dermansky home is weather or not our union needs/wants/deserves a double stroller. I am strongly anti-stroller, while my opponent, well, my wife, is pro double-stoller. I have won round one, as Emma rarely uses the stroller anyway, but there will be more on this issue to be hashed out, discovered and lobbyist are just getting involved.

Nursery School

School is starting slowly. They're phasing us in, as though we were scared little babies. One hour a day, an hour and a half, now we're up to almost the full day. It's a fun school but I think they underestimate the student body. I think they could use our help on Wall Street.

Emma is doing very well on school. Her teacher has set up a class blog. In fact this picture is borrowed from the class 615 blog. She is ready to go as a student, painting, thinking and taking Nursery school by storm.