Fall Weekend

Last weekend, we went up to the country (mom and dad seem to have a bizarre fascination with it) and visited some of dad's friends who live on a pond. Afterwards, we went to a Fall festival.

Oh, hello, I didn't see you there....have we met before?

Then, I got in the car and fell asleep. Just as I was dreaming of delicious ripe bananas (my favorite thing EVER!), I awoke in the middle of a field of pumpkins. How did yellow bananas become orange pumpkins?

Mom said I should pick one to make a Jack-o-Lantern for Halloween. Excuse me? You know, it really is exasperating how she uses all of this mumbo jumbo terminology that is outside my field of reference. Jack-o-Lantern? Halloween? (However, I have a strange feeling that this might have something to do with a creepy monkey suit hanging in my closet.)

Eventually, I picked this pumpkin.
Dad was no help.

Artsy Fartsy Photos

Ever since my dad gave my mom a new digital camera for her birthday, she fancies herself to be quite artsy fartsy. Here are some photos that she took while I was spending some quality downtime with my favorite guy...dad.

If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times...I would rather hang upside down than do all the smoochy stuff.

What are we talking about? I have no idea.

Sunday in the Park

Yea! It's the weekend! Mom, Dad and I went to Prospect Park for some fun. We traveled my favorite way--sitting on my dad's shoulders! I am so good at sitting on my dad's shoulders, I am clapping for myself!

We went to the playground where I crawled around on the equipment and watched the older kids run around. I cannot wait until I am big enough to tear around there like a maniac.

Then, mom took me on my first carousel ride. My dad couldn't go because the horses can only withstand 200 lbs. and my dad is just a tad too large! When we first got on, I was pretty mystified as to what we were doing.

After we started to move, I was simply flabbergasted. The organ music and the spinning and dipping up and down was hard to comprehend. My mom kept smiling and laughing and waving to dad standing on the side. I was concentrating too hard and trying to get my little brain around all this to smile or laugh. A carousel ride can be serious business. Mom said that she was very impressed that I didn't cry because a 13 month old on the same ride was sobbing by the time we were done. As for me, well, I am still a little puzzled as to what happened on that carousel but I think I might like to go again!

First Haircut

So, last Saturday, my mom and dad and I went into the city to see my uncle Mourad at his new shop. While we were there, Uncle Mourad gave me my first haircut. He put me on a big cushion to make me taller in the chair and put a very curious paper collar around my neck.

Then, he put the most enormous bib around my neck. (I got excited because I thought a hair cut might also involve a little snack.)

As you can tell, I am a little disappointed that there was no food. Instead, he wet my hair with water and started to cut it.

Interesting, I can watch Uncle Mourad in the mirror.....

Uncle Mourad, I am getting bored now. Can you wrap this up?

Uncle Mourad is telling me that I am going to be the best looking kid in playgroup when he finishes with me.

Beauty is not worth this price! A baby has got to be free!!!

I have ripped off my giant bib and am on my way out of the chair...only my dad holding me down keeps me from making a break for the door!

A little blow dry, some hair gel and two grown men holding still a squirmy me equals a fantastic first haircut!

Don't hate me because I am beautiful! Thank you Uncle Mourad!