Happy Easter...the hunt is on.

Some fast paced egging.


F you Donnie Darko, I don't want what your sellin'


Orion with a triumphant find.






And I leave you with a Hiney Shake.

Fingerpaints, Choking, Happy Birthday, and Merry Christmas

Fingerpaints
With new Christmas gifts from grandma (Lita) I released it with full freedom.






Happy Birthday "we hope you survive"


Within the first 5 minutes of Fischer's Birthday party we almost lost a guest. Right in the middle of me telling the story of Fischer choking on a tortilla chip, Lyla (2 year old neighbor) is clutching her throat and beat red. We rushed over to help as her dad followed 0 instructions and began smacking her on the back. An odd mexican vomit ensued which to me signaled this party wasn't going to be half bad.









Merry Christmas

Turkish GetDowns

Through these seemingly innocent rows of lit beauty, lurked Mordor wrapped in tinsel. The idea proposed by grandma was a nice walk through Fantasy and lights. However a few key details were left out. As we were making our way to the gardens piled 6 deep in a pick-up truck (South Ga style), I realized there was a wagon in the back of the truck.

Why is there a wagon back there? says I.
So we can pull Fischer around. -Grandma
Oh I thought we drove this.
No we walk it. Its amazing they only allow you to this one night a year. (7:30pm) -Grandma

After the first 4.5 miles we all were starting to tire a bit. The infant (toddler actually) was going strong. Seemingly drawing from the energy source emitted from each light. With each passing theme my praying to return to the sardine packed truck. Finally freedom reared its head just as I blitzed through the horrifying icicle lights. A man, buses, a line we made it. (10:30)

You can wait here but its going to take a while. You can walk the rest, its about 2 miles. - Satan

Total walk > 7 miles. Arrival time = Midnight. Total lights seen = unknown. Total of times this even will be repeated without wheels and an engine = 0.




0% chance this bird was grown naturally.


Typical Forced family photo that somehow made the blog.

Happy Halloween

We went from a Walrus last year to Elmo. Cuteness levels as expected were off the chart.

A typical house went as followed...
"Ok ring the doorbell"
Door opens...
"Say trick or treat"
Hand goes into the bag selecting only one piece of candy.
"Open" -wanting us to open the candy for her to eat.
Then she wraps it up by saying "Boom Box".
This really puts us in an awkward situation having to explain why she says this phrase and the ever so more awkward situation of saying "Boom box" around older white people.

Some Halloween highlights:

Fischer telling people "no mas" when trying to put more candy into her bag.

Renee verbally battling and attempting to coerce a women to putt in a Butterfinger bar into Fischer's bag (for herself not Fischer) which cleary the women wanted for herself.

Just general good candy selection. Every house here in Westchester would have been the highlights of my childhood neighborhood. Here you can't give a Peanut butter cup away. Lets just say Hunter's Point was chalk full of the worst Halloween candy ever...the orange and blacks.

Return to the Noffin

Getting back in the saddle after a brief stint of travels and a move to Tarrytown. A super special thanks to Beth Moss for her indentured servitude ;)

Recent happenings-
Fischer now says "I luv you". However in true Fischer Moss fashion she doles this out to a visitor first before Renee or I. Lori Lee was the recipient of the inaugural I love you. Of course we really wanted to be the first, but I couldn't help but laugh and think back to how Elijah got the first laugh. Biting the foot and making this ridiculous face & noise...thinking back to it, actually it was funny. Quite contrary to my overbearing weird 1st time parent comedy routine. crickets...

Tonight we retired a couple of baby toilets. The odd part about them is that she did use them that much (a handful of poops and pees). She prefers to pony up on the big toilet. We got a few poops in there but we should be yielding a much higher cost per dookie.

Leaving Brooklyn.



Traveling to Emerald Isle, NC


The man pictured here refused to read an infant a book.



Unrelated to this blog, but very relevant for life in general. This south Georgia man finds some shade. Items needed: Budweiser, Jumper Cables, 1970s umbrella, and a smile.



Wilkens Farm, NY. Some apples picked, but many more eaten.






Bubblin' in Montauk

Pack n Play retirement

Pack and Play - fully equipped with teeth marks...

After about 510 (Night sleeps) roughly 900 or so naps, we felt it was time to upgrade to what some loosely refer to as a crib. Sturdy and made of wood or other space age materials this roofless jail can house larger Neanderthals. Our Neanderthal was getting quite big and testing the structural integrity of Chicco Pack n Play. This "could" have been one of those embarrassing lingering pieces of parenthood. In all honesty it was just a left over fear stemming from those early sleepless nights. With so many variables and changes the one thing we knew for sure was that there were no problems with her bed.

Originally I really wanted to make this a really funny post about the pack and play which Fischer has slept in her entire life. It was quite an emotional day as Renee and I both realized that we no longer have a baby. Recent montra "We cry every day". While re-reading this we cried again.

Happy Easter!

You're supposed to eat chocolate until you throw up. - Renee (When asked about Easter)





Momma bird - baby bird in the afternoon.