Tuesday, November 30, 2010


It was back to Love's Folly post Thanksgiving. I took several nature walks with Nate, trying to teach him the word "tree". I carried Nate around the grounds, by the cove, the dock, the pond, the lonely road that snakes around the property near the neighbors, normally out of site from the house. Nate touched a wide variety of trees and bushes and tall weeds and leaves and branches. I tickled his face with pine needles. Nate craned his neck upward -- to the tops of trees -- when I pointed upwards. He reached for branches when they were presented to him. "Tree," I said again and again in various ways. "Tree." "Look at this. It's a tree." "Look at this tree. Wow. Tree." "Woa, check this tree out. It's a tree. Can you say tree?" "Look at this. It's a... a... a... Tree." Nate never said the word, but he seemed intrigued enough and happy to be outside. Later, after the walk, we sat in the deep grass and hung out outside in the crisp air. Nate played with some leaves. He looked around. He didn't move much. I pointed at the vast collection of tall pine trees near the pond. "Tree," I said. "Those are trees."

Thursday, November 25, 2010


This was Nate's 2nd Thanksgiving with the Moshans, Gessers, Weissbergs and Bernsteins, a tradition that goes back more than 40 years. It's a great crew. In addition to Shana, Nate and me, there's Mom, Dad, Brook and Avi and Sadie and Mae. Then there's Uncle Paul, Aunt Rochelle, Cousins Debra and Kenny and their kids -- 2nd cousins? cousins once removed? -- Drew, Nina and Cole. Then there's cousin Erik and Kim who were married two summers ago and their little daughter Mei-Ling, who is about 5 or so months younger than Nate. That Erik and I had our first kid within a few months of each other is no coincidence; we are similar in many ways actually. We both needed to find the right woman and grow into a mature-enough adult. And then we really needed to find the really right woman. And then we needed to be given some sort of ultimatum. Anyway, here is Nate and Mai-Ling on the changing bed together. They are going to be good friends I think. They will be similar in many ways...

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Changing Nate

For some inexplicable reason, Nate doesn't enjoy a good diaper change. He should. We're exchanging a diaper full of poop and pee for a clean one. You'd think he'd be gratified. You'd think his first words would be "thank you for doing that." But he's pissed whenever you sit him on the changing table and start the process. He resists. It's often a contest of wills. On this morning -- pre thanksgiving -- Nate's will was strong. But Shana's was stronger...

Sunday, November 14, 2010

East Hampton Autumn

We went to the Fagen estate in East Hampton for Deconstructed Turducken, a yearly get together of friends to feast on Turducken. This year the group went all top chef, giving their interpretations to Turducken, rather than fitting a chicken into a duck into a turkey, something the group was loath to do. Nate was less into the food and more into the hang. Here he is playing in his first pile of leaves with Fagen's dog Sachy, riding in Fagen's open-aired jeep with Shana, and taking a morning walk on the deserted beach with his Pop.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

crab crawl

Nate's crawling saga is only matched by his talking saga. Obviously, Nate just isn't interested in crawling like other kids. He's figured out this loping, one handed lurching that seems to work for him. It's funny every time. As for talking, he babbles incessantly (Cha-ku-chi KAI!!) and only recently seems to (kind of?) know "hi" and (maybe?) "bye". In this video, he crab crawls and then says "hi".

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


Nate was a fairly grumpy but cute Kermit the Frog for halloween (he was sick and tired.) We walked around Williamsburg for awhile but the annual Witches Walk was pretty meager this year and it was cold out so we headed to the Brooklyn Winery, where Nate angrily scooted around the sandy floor, quickly turning himself into Bad Kermit--a mean and dirty version of the friendly frog. Roger and Josh met us there and then we headed to Stephanie and Matt's where all tour neighbor friends with kids were watching movies, drinking wine and eating pizza. After about 10 minutes, Bad Kermit had a major tantrum and we took him back upstairs to bed.

Music Class

I've been meaning to post about Nate's music class, which he has been taking for two semesters now with Audra Rox up at Mini Jake. A bunch of kids (most a bit older than Nate) gather in a circle with their moms/nannies and sing songs, dance, play with instruments and scarfs for about 40 minutes every Friday. Nate loves it and is usually the first person in the center of the circle, usually before the class even starts, flapping his arms excitedly or scooting over the other kids and their moms and smiling up at them. Here's a little video of the Nate Dancer....