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.