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.