I once caught a baby THIS BIG...

So in the absurd amount of time since a post for this blog was written, I have not only grown, but I have grown off the charts. I am proudly in the 101% in height for babies my age. My daddy is already working on my jump shot...

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries...

This weekend, my aunt Gila and uncle Murray stopped in New York on their way to the Dominican Republic to visit me. Sunday was gloomy, but we decided to go to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to see the cherry blossoms in bloom.

It was so pretty, like a dream... so pretty in fact that my daddy put up a whole bunch of pictures.

Look Ma, Both Hands...

Not sure why everyone is making such a big deal about me holding my bottle by myself today... When you're hungry, you gotta take things into your own hands... Am I right?

MOMA with MAMA

Today my daddy took Mom and I to the Museum of Modern Art. They decided to become members and we were able to see previews of a Olafur Eliasson exhibition. We loved the colors and the lights. I also loved the Van Gogh paintings. When we entered the Picasso room, I spit up and fell asleep.

Just another pretty face...

My daddy just wanted to put a picture of me up today before he leaves for work.

I'm ready for my close-up...

Today my Mommy and Daddy finally agreed that it was time to get my pretty face in front of a movie camera. Their friends brother (an NYU film student) was filming a short film at the NYU soundstages. It was 35mm and had a real professional crew. They needed me to cry, then to sleep, then to cry again, and then to giggle. I was more than happy to oblige. Now they call me One-Take Daphne. That's me in the picture above taking a nap between scenes. It's exhausting work. Like every movie star, I had a stand-in. Because real babies were in short supply, they used a doll to plan out the scenes before I came to set. They referred to the stand-in as "horror baby". Creepy thing, it felt like it was staring at me.

And the Livin' is Easy...

Our trip to Florida made me wish for the weather to warm up in N.Y.

I sure love sitting poolside...

Your Mama Don't Rock & Roll...

My parents' friends Mando and Sara lent them guitar hero and my mama wasn't gonna let my whining mood mess with her ability to rock.

The Great White North... sort of.

You know what urban Inuit babies play on in Brooklyn? Wooden polar bear rockers, that's what.

Shot To the Tush...

Mommy and Daddy took me over to my great pediatrician in Park Slope today. I was so relaxed and happy. And then... They Stuck a Needle in MY TUSH! It was time for my first vaccination, and while I was understandably upset, after leaving the doctor I was fine. No fever or crying, thanks to my mommy taking wonderful care of me. All my daddy did was video tape my crying... what a jerk...

Daphne on Rye

This past month, I was lucky enough not only to meet my aunt andrea, cousins wendy and her daughter caitlin and great grandma shirley from florida, but... They wanted to have lunch at juniors. My Daddy says that pastrami is his guilty pleasure and although I couldn't eat it yet, I was happy with the smell.

Big Smiles

My mama makes me so happy...

Splish, Splash...

My First Primary

Mommy and Daddy were allowed to bring me into the voting booth in my first foray into politics in Brooklyn's 55th district. I found the process pretty boring so I slept...

Where's the Maki?

Being that my mom decided not to eat raw fish throughout her pregnancy for my benefit, I thought she was entitled to indulge. My Grandma Lorraine agreed and everyone went to our favorite brooklyn sushi spot, Blue Ribbon.
I made it easy on them and slept in my sling on my daddy the entire meal. By the time I woke up, there was none left for me...

Nothin' but a "G" Thang Baby

I've been hearing a lot of conversation about the benefit of cloth diapers versus the disposable kind...
The disposables take 500 years to breakdown and add to landfills
The cloth services wash the diapers about 8 times and need to use fuel and vehicles to pick up and drop off... not to mention my daddy didn't like the idea of saving poopy diapers all week.

We were conflicted until...

my aunt Shafie turned my folks on to G Diapers a couple of months before I was born. It's a hybrid disposable system that can be flushed down a toilet or composted (if you have a garden). Or even if you throw it in the trash, will biodegrade in a matter of weeks.

It takes a little extra work, but I'm starting my life with a smaller environmental footprint...
and my tush looks cute in the pants.

For Those About to Poop...

Cribrock - Full Metal Diaper, a gift from auntie reb has been awesome. Every time I get nudgy, a xylophone version of We're Not Gonna Take It calms me right down. My daddy tells me it's embarrassing humming a staccato version of Crazy Train on the subway, but my mommy has been dancing all over the apartment, so he'll have to deal...

Dance Magic Dance...

Auntie Gila got me these wonderful pajamas and told my mom that it would make me look like the baby from Labyrinth...

Spit Up on my Heart...

Because I have been sleeping a lot, you might get the impression I don't do very much around here. I just wanted to show off my animation with a little video of my exceeding charm...

This is How I roll...

little baby in a big carriage...