The Girl

For the first month of her life I barely saw her eyes open. Now her gaze follows me around the room, and she breaks into big beautiful smiles when I approach.

Needless to say, I'm a sucker for her charm... and she's got boatloads of it.

8 pounds, 13 ounces. Love.

Big news. About 8 pounds and 13 ounces worth, actually.

A telling sign of what my life is like these days, is the fact that I'm writing about my daughter's birth almost three months after it happened. In other words, I'm a tad busy as of late.  So much to say, so little time to blog about it.

Welcome to the world Reya Taha Wood! You're too beautiful for words!

 

A Poo Grows in Brooklyn

Henceforth, August 1st, 2013 shall be known as the day Mylo first went poo-poo in the potty. A cause for great celebration across the land, but nowhere more so than here, in our humble abode. So shout it from the rooftops-- a poop has been laid! May there be many more to come and, God willing, may they be much easier to accomplish than this first.

I went poo-poo on the potty and all I got was this lousy fire truck

Reunion 2013 / 4th of July

On the fourth of July, 2013, Goomah returned from France. It was, by all accounts, a joyous reunion.

It being the 4th of July, it was also a joyous holiday.

In the interest of full disclosure (and so as not to get a visit from social services), it's not my normal practice to let the boy run around naked with it is essentially a small, medieval torch in each hand. But it was the 4th of July, and this is what we had in lieu of sparklers.... and I knew it was going to look cool when I shot it in slow-motion.

Touch-a-Truck

Whatever mad scientist came up with the idea of parking a whole bunch of different trucks on a street in Brooklyn and lining up kids to sit in the driver's seats should either be awarded a Nobel Peace Prize or charged with crimes against humanity. While standing in an absurdly long line to sit on a tow truck, surrounded by screaming children, piercing sunlight, and a fair amount of abject chaos, I was, admittedly, considering a trip to the Hague to press my case. However, after seeing how much fun Mylo had I'm most definitely leaning towards the Nobel. Yet another instance in which parenthood manages to straddle two complete polar opposites.

Of this much I am certain: on a lovely Saturday afternoon in May, we took Mylo to the Touch-a-Truck festival in Park Slope. We sat in a bulldozer, a tow truck, a trolley, and a garbage truck. We had arepa's for lunch, and frozen yogurt for desert. We ran around with Mylo's good friend's Mathias and May (and our good friends Lucia, Juan, and Paul), and a damn good time was had by all.

Driving the Bulldozer. Oh yeah.

Chillin' on the Cement Mixer with Mathias

Taking turns driving

Taking it all in.

Waiting in line with Mommy.

How Not to Go Down a Slide

Oh Yes, Indeed!

 

Fasten your seat belts folks! Part Deux, coming to a theater near you in about seven months!

The Wood and Wallack Waltz

Video by me. Music and titles supervised by Reedu. And yes, I admit, I was reluctant to add the music at first. And the titles. But Reedu convinced me.