Thursday, April 24, 2008
"A, B, C, [...], L, M, N, O, P, everybody, Q, R, S...."
So, now, between P and Q is the letter "bali."
But, more importantly, she's starting to learn the real basics. Ask her who's in her "Yankee Book." "Joe Di-a-magio." Hey, close enough. Oh, and "Derek Je-ler."
I'm sure there's a "Big Poopie" joke somewhere in there, but I'm too lazy to look for it.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
In all fairness, she did enjoy everything on the menu. And I mean everything. This one-year-old eats chopped liver (but we already knew that), gefilte fish, stuffed cabbage, brisket, and anything else that comes out of a Jewish grandmother's kitchen.
P.S. We welcome A-Rod (back) to the Newdaddy club; he and his wife had a baby girl last night. Now, let's try decorating that chick's room with a world series trophy!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Not an entirely amazing feat- even your out-of-shape humble narrator was able to do it. [Sidenote: I went jogging two weeks ago, and on the jog tried to figure out when the last time I worked out was. I think George Bush (W., not H.W.) was President, but I can't promise it was during this term.]
At the top, I saw this.
That is "superparenting," folks. Someone brought a stroller to the top of the Arc. That means that someone dragged that thing up that long spiral staircase and, in all probability, brought a stroller-age kid to the top. Bravo!
Time to get my Matzah on...Happy Passover.