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Well our bags are packed, we’re ready to go

27 Aug

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Movers arrived today, to box up our worldly belongings. The reality of the move gets pretty concrete when you’re faced with an empty wall of painting hooks and a wrapped up sofa.

There is still some anxiety on my part, but it is easing as it moves from unknown fear to a set of tasks, which have solutions. As my friend tells me, no one is dying in the makin if this movie.

And as my clothes are unceremoniously dumped into boxes, it feels more and more like stuff and less like me, or my life. Of course toddler may have a different opinion when he returns from daycare to find everything boxed up.

For most of our friends, we will talk to you on the other side, as they are taking our linking toys and moving them. We are due to fly out Saturday night, and settle sometime in the next week or so, but maybe more.

I’m not ready to say goodbye in my heart to Brooklyn, or New York, quite yet. But it is happening. Now.

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How long do the pro-papa salad days last?

25 Jul

At the moment, baby is just so pro-me that it’s both great but also a little embarrassing. Well, not embarrassing per se, but more that mama does so much of the work, and I’m getting so much of the credit. There is an element of my being the ‘fun’ parent, which comes with my wife taking the toddler to the store, while I take him to get muffins and pancakes. But that actually is offset by times that she takes him for smoothies, or to so many of his activities.

I am loving it, though I don’t think it will last. I keep waiting for the ‘don’t want papa to do it’ swing to happen, but so far it’s all sunshine and lollipops.

Oh, and this morning he was playing with his cars, laying on his front while propped up on his arms. And he turned to me and said, “I’m pooping.” And you know what? He was.

New favorite blog

9 Apr

Reasons my son is crying. Or go directly to he is in a giraffe costume.

Bellycopter

23 Feb

First, here is baby scrounging for change between the couch cushions. I mean, what are you gonna do, really?

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Second, I think we (briefly) breached stage three, before retreating to stage two. If you’re indifferent to clicking through that link, it’s a cute post about how to read Green Eggs and Ham to your toddler, even after you are sick to shit of reading it. For us, this includes Goodnight Gorilla, In the Night Kitchen, Where the Wild Things Are, Brown Bear Brown Bear, as well as such high profile titles as Peek-a-Who, Bedtime Peekaboo, and Trucks. It’s not that I mind these books, in fact I think many are pretty awesome. It’s just. Well, we have read them SOOOOOOOOOO many times.

So, after your kid has memorized the book, stage 1 is to read a sentence and then stop before the end. Mickey fell out of his clothes, past the moon, and into the light of the………..And after a moment, the kid will respond, “Night Kitchen!” At this point, we let him tell a decent part of the story this way.

Stage 2 is that you start substituting nonsense for the words. “I see a yellow…peanut butter sandwich!…looking at me.” (for Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See?). After a moment, baby will be all, “No, papa! Yellow Duck!” Stage 3 is that he starts to get in on the making up stuff act. Stage 4 is you hide the book and pretend you’ve never heard of it. What wild things?

Third, I made a joke the other day, and I think it’s the first ‘bricolage’ joke BB got. I sometimes do a little airplane in the hangar action with food on the spoon, to get him to eat. It’s actually pretty cute. Here comes the airplane, the boat, the car, the whatever. The helicopter is a big hit. Then he opens wide, eats the food, and I play all coy, like “where did the helicopter go?!!?” He then points to his big open mouth, then his belly. Joy all around.

This time, I did the helicopter, then I said, “where did the helicopter go?!?!” then said, it must be a Bellycopter!!! He almost fell over laughing so hard. I had to repeat it 20 times. And he still thinks it is hilarious.

What’s neat is that he figured out helicopter, then that he points to his belly, then that bellycopter is a portmanteau, and finally that bellycopter sounds funny. All in all, a surprisingly sophisticated set of cognitive tasks to get to the joke.

I would say our baby is brilliant, but he also thinks he’s invisible if he can’t see you. Plus, he’s afraid of the feathers that sometimes come out of the sofa cushions.

A rare profile of the artist as a young tot

12 Feb

Brooklyn baby is hungry. It’s 7:00 A.M., he’s been up for an hour, and he hasn’t eaten a thing. “I’m freakish about breakfast,” he says, by which, thank God, he doesn’t mean he wants an extra diet cookie. “You’re not going to eat, like, fruit or something, are you?” he asks, with real concern. “Because I’m gonna eat.” He orders the eggs Benedict without looking at the menu.

The place he chose to breakfast-up for this day of casting meetings – he’s got four of them, in response to his performance in the breakout The Station Agent – is a 5th Avenue diner with a view of the still-empty streets of Park Slope, which is where we sit. It’s a typical morning in Brooklyn, and he’s got no good reason to tuck into the booth where we sit. The toddler is in an enviable point in his career: The attention that comes with being an ascendant actor – the paparazzi, the romantic linkages to stars and starlets, the ANOREXIC? headlines because he orders his hollandaise on the side, which, for the record, he does not – is still a few months out. For now, he’s just trying to enjoy a moment that never lasts long enough.

Baby has been working steadily since he was discovered walking, nine month ago. Remarkably, he completed work on the short film Teething Biscuit when he was only 7 months old. It has been a whirlwind ride ever since. “It was an accident, that film. Some weird guy calling himself ‘papa’ didn’t even ask, he just started shooting video,” he says, with the barest trace of a Brooklyn drawl. “I should probably have asked why he wanted to do that. Or who he was. And maybe for some more biscuit.” It led to him landing an agent, his mother. “Oh, he’s camera ready,” she says with a trace of a smile. She beams proudly, impressed by her young son’s sophistication. “He’s still friends with some of the kids from Tots on the Move. He knows the difference between his real friends and the hangers-on. I would never allow him to pursue this path if I thought it would go to his head.”

But it almost certainly will. The Station Agent is a hard, unflinching look at a boy sitting on lawn furniture, eating a cracker. When he puts his plate down, and turns to drink some water, you never wonder if he’s acting – he just is really thirsty. He handles his character with a balance of urbane aplomb and and boyish charm, and he never loses his grip. It’s the kind of place-specific performance Matt Damon would spend a year living in an Appalachian train-side shack to get just right.

The eggs, of which he has eaten only the toast, and only the bits of the bread that have not touched egg, sauce or ham, are yesterday’s news, and he is headed to his first meeting. “These meetings are all the same. A little crawling, a little playing with trains, some fish crackers, and then you’re whisked off before you can really sink your teeth in the role. They want you to be all cheer and share, but sometimes I just can’t even think of the words. It horrifies my publicist, but what can you do?” His mother hastens to add, “yeah, he naps at like 11.”

[sorry about all this, really. I was on a kick of Documented Instances of Public Eating – DIPEs, and ended up here. Don’t click through unless you want to like Esquire a lot less, and Jennifer Lawrence somewhat less.]

Magic Arms

7 Aug

via O’Reilly Radar, here is an amazing use of 3D printing.

Magic Arms.

This is for baby mama

4 Aug

Looking for some blogs that are fun, design-y, photographic, diy-ish, inspirational, touching, beautiful, aspirational, sometimes empathy-happiness porn? Here are some!

Posie gets Cozy
Angry Chicken
Color Me Katie
Nothing but Bonfires
Brooklyn to West
Simply Breakfast
Shutterbean
Making it Lovely
Creature Comforts
A Beautiful Mess
Fine Little Day
She Used to Walk Fast