Thursday, July 28, 2011

Børtographs

The grandparents et. al. keep asking for more photos of the børt.  Well, that works out well, because our friends Chris and Lisa came over for dinner the other day, and Chris has a "real" camera, which he uses for "professional photography" - apparently my 3.5 MP Canon point and shoot from 1743 isn't considered state of the art.  Anyway, enjoy - Chris captured some pretty priceless expressions.

(BTW the pictures on the blog are all uploaded at full res, so you can simply download the zoomed picture - what's on the blog is as good as what I have.)









Daddy's "working"? Yeah, right.



Monday, July 18, 2011

Indications that the world is ENDING!

Indications that the WORLD is ENDING!
  1. I am hungry!  You never feed me!  Ever!
  2. My diaper is gross.  I don't know how the hell that happened.  Did you seriously put a dirty diaper on me?  I'm calling social services.
  3. My arms are moving.  I don't know why, or who is in charge of them, but it FREAKS ME OUT.
  4. You are not rocking me gently.  Come on people, this body is not going to rock itself.
  5. There is no number five.  I am going to cry anyway; you probably deserve it.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Bris-sion accomplished!

(Credit to my sister for coming up with that title.)

Gabriel's bris was on Thursday, 7/7, which also happened to be my parents' wedding anniversary. For the uninitiated, a "bris" is a Jewish ritual circumcision that is held at home on the 8th day after birth. Don't worry - local anesthesia is used so it's very humane! It went well, though the little man certainly didn't like being restrained and partly stripped on the dining room table. I think he was just being modest. Ben read some blessings while the mohel (the person doing the circumcision) did the procedure - it took less than a minute! I took on the traditional mother's role of crying in the next room. The mohel then read some blessings and said hopefully he'll grow up to be a mentsch (a good guy). Fat chance.

This is an emergency dispatch back to the home planet. My human slaves held a small rebellion yesterday - I barely survived. A group of them held me down on the table and attempted to cut me with a
knife. Fortunately they only managed to get my foreskin before I was able to escape.
My sister, brother-in-law and nephew (their kid) Zach came to the bris. Apparently this conversation happened at Zach's home earlier in the day:

My sis: What're we doing today?
Zach: We're going to a bris!
My sis: What's a bris?
Zach: I'm gonna find out!

Clearly a case of "gotcha journalism."  Still, this kid is quite the conversationalist. Instead of "I don't know," it's: "I'll let you know!" "Stay tuned for more!"

There was awesome deliciousness: bagels and lox, whitefish, pastry, kugel,...and we have lots of leftovers! One thing about having a kid is you can trade visits for snacks - we've had relatives bring us beer, Indian food, rotisserie chicken, hot dogs and burgers for the 4th, and the whole bris spread. So book your visit soon - we may be upping the ante to caviar and escargot.

the Mohel with Martha
Mommy with me staging my escape
the Mohel

Mohel with Saba holding me down. He'll regret taking THAT job.
After narrowly escaping the slave rebellion...Saba still looks nervous!
Mommy and Auntie
the spread
And they thought Manischewitz would thwart me...dream on!
the Mohel with relatives
the candles
the Mohel with Zach
Daddy, Mommy, Bubi

Daddy giving a spiel

Will Daddy ever be quiet? Weird Uncle Jon is falling asleep!
Mommy's relatives...

Mommy with Aunt Lee



the slave rebellion feast

neveu et cousin avec Lego's
cousin

nephew



onesie martha made...it says "x-plane's latest"

"Dear Mommy, If the earthling slaves ever stage another rebellion like that one, I'll show NO mercy!"

just kidding. opening gifts
Martha's onesie: "X-plane's Latest"



baby quilt by Martha

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Two Humans is NOT Enough!

A week has gone by and all of the immediate family has had a chance to hold the little guy while he was in a good mood (that is to say, completely zonked out after an epic milk binge).  Nephew Zachary was very good about touching the baby very gently and not touching him on the head.
Note to central command center: I am revising the original plan to corner the Earth's milk supply with two human slaves; clearly an entire human slave army at my beck and call will be necessary to complete the mission expediently.  To this end I have begun operation "baby burrito" - by pretending to be cute and innocent I have begun to build an army of zombie followers who will do whatever I request.
A few pics in no particular order.

Saba, Savta, and catbørt
Saba and Savta
Aunt Larissa and Weird Uncle Jon, with Cece and Nublet
Weird Uncle Jon
Savta: "It followed me home, can I keep it?"
Savta
Grandpa and a sack of potatos
Grandpa, carefully supervised by Nublet
Bubi
Bubibørt and babybørt
Saba
Saba
Cousin Zachary, Aunt Karen, Mommy
Yes, the little guy has a Saba, Savta, Bubi and Grandfather. Will this confuse him? No, this is chump-change compared to having me as a father.
Teacher: let's count to five.
Gabe: zero, one, two, three, four.
Teacher: Gabe, we start counting at one.
Gabe: my daddy told me if you do that you'll have off-by-one-errors!
Teacher: (bangs head on desk)