Thursday, April 24, 2008

Bud Knows the Alphabet...all Twenty-Seven Letters

She picked it up from the Sesame Street Sing-a-Long DVD, which goes:

"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

The Bread of Affliction

Trying to get a one-year-old to sit through the entire Passover seder is a bit of a challenge, but Newmommy and I figured we'd get as far as we could. Apparently, someone had tipped Bud off to the fact that the first seder marks the beginning of eight days without bread or food with any sort of leavening. Early in the seder, the leader holds a piece of matzah and declares, "this is the bread of affliction, that our forefathers ate in the land of Egypt." As soon as those words left my mouth, my daughter, on perfect cue, replies, "Pizza."


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

Le Superparent

Apologies for my neglect, I was on a two-week business trip to Europe. One of my stops was Paris. I had the opportunity to do a little sight-seeing over the weekend and found myself at the Arc de Triomphe. The view from the top is pretty amazing. Anyway, to get to the top of the Arc, there is no elevator, one needs to navigate this long spiral staircase.

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.

Monday, April 07, 2008

That's Not a Dirty Diaper...that's just Beans 'n Rice...

I'm not sure where Mountain View is...and I'm not sure I want to know.