Thursday, December 22, 2011

They're real, and they're fantastic!

If you don't get that quote, go watch more Seinfeld! I'm asked all the time about Ferris's hair, the best question being, "Does his hair just grow like that?" Yes, it sure does, with no hair gel or Rogaine.

Not to mention these lashes.....

Not a real update, but we'll see many of you soon!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Sweetheart, excitement for me is dinner without getting heartburn after.

We had some big birthdays! Ferris turned 6 months old and I turned 30. Can you believe he's already been alive 1.67% of the time that I've been alive?! Crazy!

Nick spoiled me with tickets to the opera AND tickets to see Woody Allen play jazz clarinet. If you haven't seen Woody Allen since the Diane Keaton days, check out Scoop, which is one of my favorites.

La Boheme at Lincoln Center
Woody Allen at The Carlyle Hotel

Oh, and guess who's crawling!.... And getting rick roll'd!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Blending in with the tourists

To quote Anne Hathaway, "Mellow doesn't make for a good story, but it makes for a good life." Did I just quote Anne Hathaway? Ridiculous, but true! Nick's mom came to visit for Thanksgiving and we did two touristy things: viewed the September 11 Memorial and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day festivities.
South Tower Memorial and new construction
How strange to be "tourists" at a site like this. Where people once went to work in the morning, ate an ordinary yogurt, complained about a coworker, made evening plans, not realizing there would be no more breakfast or self-expression or evenings. The most accurate perspective on our lives is probably the one that would be the most difficult to live with. Or maybe that's just fear of a new parent talking. Nobody warned me that the overwhelming love would be matched by overwhelming worry and an overactive imagination.

There is so much to be thankful for every day, even and especially the mellow days. The days of baby feet, baby hawks, extended fall, lame parade floats (Ferris's opinion), peanut butter pie, and an ass shot of Santa. And I'm out with "ass shot of Santa."

Our happy boy, who laughs whenever Nick walks in a room. We think it's the beard. (Seriously! He laughs at beards on the subway too!)

And Thanksgiving dinner for F. To summarize: get this shizzle OUT MAH FACE!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Danke Schoen

Introducing.... a new hat! Taking a break from the dork ass girly hat.

Ferris continues to be charming and all encompassing. The only person who doesn't love Ferris, F-bomb, Feffis, Fairbear is his 9 month old cousin Zoey. Lovingly nicknamed "Yokozuna" since she's chunky and tough, she has no room in her life for a naive newbie like Ferris. She crawled over to him and yanked on his tufts of mohawk. He cried a devastated cry, "WHY would somebody hurt me? I can't understand why she pulled on my hairs!" It was probably the worst thing that has happened to him so far. Until he showed off by putting an adult cup up to his lips. Yokozuna stomped (crawled) over to him, bitch slapped the cup out of his hannies, mockingly put it up to her lips, threw it on the ground, and finished off by roaring in his face as if to obliterate her adorable, tiny competition.

But he'll get revenge someday; as you can see, he's developing a naughty twinkle of his own.

"Hey Moose, check out those fine lookin milks over there."
For now he remains blissfully immobile. He slept through a happy hour in his carrier while I had the best beer of my life. We even took him to see Tracy Morgan's standup show the other night and he slept through the entire thing. Beyond that, I have nothing to offer but cliches. Bundle of joy, they grow up so fast, the time flies, etc. etc. blah blah blah. We took some pictures in Central Park and must've been pretty cute since tourists kept stopping to take pictures of me taking pictures.

Who doesn't recognize this line?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Good Views

our boy, on a run, every morning, in the rain

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Five months

Just when we thought he couldn't get...

...he did.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Happy Halloween...

From the chick magnet.
His faux hawk breaks my heart.

Can you tell we're not Halloween people? Duct tape and magazine cutouts will do.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Unlamed, if not untamed

What did you do this weekend? Oh, you know, went to stunt school and jumped off a 30 ft rig. We headed all the way to a semi sketchy area of Brooklyn for this outing, and pushed little Ferris past graffiti, barbed wire, and a warehouse that advertised its expertise at live chicken slaughter.

Nick has always been the 'fraidy cat when it comes to things like this, so I jumped while he stayed with Ferris. The class started out learning the proper technique on low practice mats. Some people had to go 10+ times, but after my very first jump, the instructor said, "Uuuum, you're good at this." Gymnastics pays off again! For a moment, I imagined quitting my job to train at stunt school and make my way to Hollywood and become a stunt double for famous actresses and live in a Bel Air mansion just like MASH RAP told me I would. But let's be honest, Brooklyn is just soooo faaar to go on regular basis. So I stopped imagining and started jumping. Maybe it's my age, or maybe it's motherhood, but the adrenaline rush that used to be so exciting was a little scary.

The mat is about 10 ft high, and the class is jumping from 20 ft above it (30 ft off the ground.)
So here's how to free fall for those of you who want to practice on your bed. Spotter yells, "all clear!" You yell, "falling!" Then you jump and kick your feet out so you're lying horizontally and follow 2 rules: 1) always land on your back 2) land flat to spread the impact over the greatest possible surface area (ie don't tuck your head in like most people will do instinctively) Let me show you how it's done.

Ferris slept through it all and woke up just in time to express his rabid love for moose while we ate waffle sandwiches (yum!) And now, back in safe old Manhattan, Nick is making dinner and I'm back to being lame.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Who ordered the dolphin?

 The first time I took Ferris out of our little neighborhood bubble, I was terrified. That day, I finally put my finger on exactly why I've always loved New York: it offers constant and relentless distraction. What's that noise, that smell? How much is that bag? Is that guy peeing? Once tasked with Keeping Ferris Alive in the face of the busyness, I felt overwhelmed by New York for the first time. But through some combination of Ferris's growth, my experience commuting with him in a carrier, and Nick's assistance carrying the stroller up and down the subway stairs, we've been spending our weekends exploring different parts of the city together. I wonder how much of his personality is already shaped by living here, what skills of observation and curiosity have been fostered by his exposure to the city and its people. This was the best possible place to have a little one. 

Look what we found!

Grand Piano in Washington Square Park

This street jazz band made us feel like we were characters in a Woody Allen movie!

Ventriloquist in Washington Square Park, mama/baby ponchos, Chelsea Highline

The Bronx Zoo

Oh, and this is happening.
Don't worry, my pops was standing by to catch me!
He's becoming so opinionated and confident! I don't know how it's possible for a baby to have such confidence, but he knows what he wants and is undeterred by any attempts to direct his attention. On the subway, he cranes his neck at the most awkward of angles (remember Reagan from The Exorcist?) to stare at his person of choice.

Commuting with a baby on the subway is a follow up to "Who gives up a seat for a pregnant lady on the subway?" Far more people offer a seat for a woman with an outside baby, and the demographic of people who offer is much less predictable. Interestingly enough, the timing makes a big difference. If I leave too early in the morning, I run into school kids who rarely offer a seat. If I leave too late after work, I get a train full of the most blatantly rude people, always anchored by some bitter old hag grumbling about how she can't believe people bring babies on the subway. But most of the time, I encounter smiling people (both men and woman) making goofy faces at Ferris (and melting when he smiles back) or staring while he sleeps on my chest.

If you're reading this post wondering what it has to do with dolphins, your patience will pay off! There are so many great ways to answer the question, "Who ordered the dolphin?!"

And just because.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Four months!

Skinny baby, tired mom, trooper dad
Being a mom is hard. Being a working mom is hard. Being a working mom with an exclusively breastfed baby is really really really really really really really hard. None of it could happen without Nick, who washes the bottles, fills endless glasses of water, cleans the house, packs the lunches, walks the dog, basically does everything! Maybe one day we can pretend we're a developed nation and offer more than 12 weeks of maternity leave. But until then, I'm exhausted to the point of slurring my words since homeboy is still getting up twice each night. Fun fact: I haven't slept through the night in a year! Don't get me wrong, these are not complaints. Trying to fit two awesome lives into one is a nice problem to have. Luckily, I still make time for pictures. (Which is about all you're going to get out of me until further notice!)

Hey, ladies

The teachers and the parents at the daycare gush over Ferris, how happy he is, how he's always smiling, how he's always flirting, how he never cries. Tuesdays are the best and the worst for me, because of Tuxedo Tuesday. We bought his Tux onesie for the wedding, but why let it go to waste? He's going to wear it every Tuesday until he grows out of it!

Everybody loves Tuxedo Tuesdays!
Ferris is still obsessed with his hands. Our little bulimic baby sucks on his fingers after every meal until he spits up. We try to keep him busy, "HEY, what an interesting moose for you to play with! Ferris, look at your gee-raffe! Ferris, get the hannies out of the mouth! Ferris, keep the milk inside the body!" Our efforts are in vain, as you can see.

It's my hanny and I'll suck if I want to
A bonus video from our Labor Day trip to Boston! (Yes, we went to Boston, sorry, no time to write about that!)

F misses our daily walks and lights up when I put him in the stroller. He gets to go out every day in a quad stroller, but no more wandering through Central Park every day for hours upon hours. (P.S. 4 babies in a quad stroller is one of the cutest things I've ever seen!)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

The view from the ground

Late. That's how we'll roll, now that the family photographer is back to her real job. Funny how photos from a couple of weeks ago are "old" when it comes to a wee one. Ferris just proved a couple days ago that he can roll over back to front AND front to back; what an overachiever! These tummy time pictures are from Labor Day weekend, proof that so much can change in less than 2 weeks. New York has turned chilly and these summer days are officially over. The summer of George Ferris! Oh, how I'll miss you.


"OH MAH GEE, I don't understand why I gotsta do tha tum tizz AGAIN."




Of course I jumped up and down when I got this frozen drool drop!

First important lesson: keep smiling even though you can't win 'em all.