Brooklyn Baby Social Life 101

You might wonder, "what sort of social life can a baby have living in Brooklyn?" Certainly, it is possible but I admit, there are just a few logistical issues that must be taken into consideration when shmoozing as an infant.

First of all, my dad (being his usual unreasonable self) has refused to give me the car keys. Thus, transportation is a major factor in setting up any playdate. I've accepted the fact that I will be pretty uncool as long as my mom has to chauffeur me in the totally humiliating baby stroller. Maybe I can pretend not to know her once we get to the playdate...hummmm......

Also, there is the diaper issue. Without getting too graphic, a diaper bag and supplies is an essential item to bring along to all social events in case there is a "blow out" (you diaper wearers out there know what I am talking about). No body will invite a stinky baby back in future.

You might think that I would be limited for conversation or activities at 7 months old. But, you would be wrong on both accounts. I often impress even myself with the verbal acuity and sparkling wit that a fellow Brooklyn baby brings out of me. As you can see in the photo above, I am chillin' with the He-man at his crib (well, actually near his crib) and clearly, we find each other mutually engaging. Who cares if the adults don't understand? Haven't they ever heard "goo goo ga ga" in a Brooklyn accent?

Exotic locations for playdates are very recommended. For example, the park is a nice place to hang out...you can yell as loud as you want to, eat grass and dirt off the ground and pick up dog poop when your mom isn't looking. (Oh man, does she scream when I do that...it's awesome!) The possibilities are endless really. The He-man and I have a weekly meeting in the park to check out the other guy's newest toys, show off our latest tricks (The He-man can nearly crawl!) and do a little baby sparring. You know, manly stuff.

So, that pretty much sums up the basics of the complex science of social hierarchy and interaction amongst cool dudes like the He-man and me. We don't go for the fancy shmancy baby gym or fruity music appreciation classes. We like to keep it real...me, my dude He-man, a blanket, some crazy colored toys and the moms...who are only tolerated for the logistical support mentioned earlier.

ps. I wanted to thank He-man's mom for the photos that I hijacked off of He-man's internet photo album. My mom is a bit lame at remembering the camera sometimes!