Giant Balloons

Sponge Bob, Dora, YES, YES, YES!
It was really fun seeing my heros come to life. Sponge Bob promised to clean all the buildings on 81st street and Dora was going to explore New Jersey for Thanksgiving. That's where I went for Turkey, though I only ate macaroni and broccoli.

It was fun watching Emma admire the balloons. She had a little melt down amidst the throngs of New Yorkers who come to see the balloons, demanding I provide her magically with Orange Juice. I in turn had a melt down, demanding a private viewing of the balloons and a sippy cup filled with Orange juice. We made it home with great Thanksgiving memories.

Punky Brewster

This is an outfit Grand-ma Renee sent me. I put the tights on myself.


We were a little late for school because Emma insisted on putting the tights on herself. The thing on the back to tighten the skirt vanished into the opening for the pull thing, so I carried Emma from the bus, as the skirt was falling down. They fixed it at the office, fishing the stretch pull through the back with a pin.. The school director said, "That's the price of fashion."

Room 615

School's been going great. I rode a tricycle, made a dot painting and had my blood pressure taken.


Room 615 has a blog. These are some pictures of Emma from Room 615.

Rainy Day Mommy

It's rainy but that doesn't mean baby can't go out. I got baby some milk and pushed her stroller through the deepest puddles.



I'm not sure why Emma rolled the baby back and forth through the puddles. Maybe she wanted to toughen up the baby. Emma appears ready to be a mom.

Halloween is a family holiday

The whole family went to the Halloween Parade at the Hippo Playground. All of the kids went crazy. They thought I was the real Elmo. They wanted to hug me and touch my red fur. I was a little panicked but my dad, the ditzy clown and toddler body guard kept me safe. I got to eat a Dunkin Donut and drink fresh apple cider and even carved a pumpkin.

We decided to have Emma eat all of her trick-or-treat candy for breakfast the next day. She was so hyper she wrote an opera on the school black board.

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.