Sunday, January 29, 2012


Every day, I bundle Ferris up in a baby carrier, and we head into the subway, where Ferris alternates between flirting and sleeping. When we exit, we pass restaurants, bars, stores, banks, fantasy shops. Taxis pass us; we pass old women who carry small dogs the way I carry Ferris. How old is your baby? How old is your dog? Oh really, she can cross the street by herself? Ferris can't do that yet.

And some videos, since simply describing Ferris and his good humor would be cheating you.

Naptime, not going so well.

Ferris absolutely adores his daddy. Nick just has to walk into the room to get him smiling and laughing.

As for me, I need to work for my baby giggles.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

That point is now.

We took the 7 month picture on time, so half credit for us! At some point, I just have to admit the blog is now 90% pictures of Ferris, 10% Nick and Erica doing interesting stuff. That point is now. So, here is the fam tooling around New York. We don't go to Times Square often- when we finally did, I had to get some pictures! Ferris seemed enamored with all the lights. Then again, 7 month olds are enamored by everything, aren't they? 30 year olds, not so much.

Remember the good ol' days, when we took a nice photo with 3 people looking at the camera?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

High class problems

The year that I finally buy new snowboots (in advance even!), there is no snow to be found in New York, or even in the Midwest. For the first time in as long as I can remember, Christmas came and went without white. Even so, every day was the coldest day of Ferris's life. Har har har!!

Brown Christmas in Iowa
We saw so many people; it was exhausting and fun carting Ferris from place to place. One of these days I'll get around to organizing and sending the many pictures of Ferris sitting by the tree with people who love him...  but for now, I'll make an exception for Zoey. Little Yokozuna is almost a year old already. She has Veldhouse eyes. Can you believe these eyes glare at Ferris while he innocently gums on her toys?

My favorite, I love that her dress matches the doll's!

Our baby boy is learning out of order: he's been crawling for almost a month, but learned to sit a few days before Christmas, when Nick "took the training wheels off." Like most new skills, he's getting a mix of successes and non-successes under his belt.


This picture makes me laugh and laugh and laugh...

Don't worry, Nick caught him and all was well!

And some outtakes. Homeboy is starting to develop an agenda of his own.

Why yes, yes, it is a Christmas tux!!

We spent New Year's Eve with old friends, and had tons of fun playing games and eating Juicy Lucys. We are blessed to have people who will happily include a 7 month (!) old baby in a New Year's Celebration. Ferris woke up just in time for midnight, and sat by the piano while Erik played "Auld Lang Syne." I'm sad to see such a wonderful year come to an end, but am hopeful that 2012 will be even better.

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.