Family Dance Hour!

I just want to announce to the world that I have a favorite activity...Family Dance Hour. This activity consists of my family dancing for about an hour. I named the activity myself, I'm very creative. Here are a few pictures to give you a glimpse...




I just love doing this with my parents. They spin me around and around and for some reason they always end up kissing me over and over again. Maybe this doesn't quite qualify as a lambada forbidden dance, but it might be close!

This past weekend my parents and I took a trip up north to the center of all the wildfire action, up in Hopland, CA with our friends Chris, Doug, Jay, Laura and Megan. We got so lucky that when we got up there the winds picked up and blew the smoke totally out of our breathing space! So lucky!

I like getting out of the city. Don't get me wrong - San Francisco is a great town! - but being up in the country, the fresh air, the smell of cows and sweaty farmers, it just reminds me of my youth...mainly because my memory goes back about 10 minutes running, so all I remembered when I was up there was, you know, being up there.

So what does a young, eligible infant such as myself do when up in the wilds of Northern California? I did a bit of swimming...








I played a bit of Risk - and successfully defended Irkutsk with one army against the onslaught of 54 Mongolians!










And I drove around a buddhist compound called...I am not making this up..."The City of 10,000 Buddhists." Check their peaceful website out at www.cttbusa.com. Seriously. If you want to find it, take a left at Inspiration Avenue and a right at Mindfulness Way. I'm still not making this up. If you're old enough, you could enroll at Instilling Goodness Elementary School (home of the Fighting Badgers?). I'd never seen anything like this before. Apparently the compound used to be a state mental facility. I'll leave it to you to finish that joke according to your own personal threshold of cultural insensitivity.

All in all it was such a great weekend!






I also wanted to post one of my favorite pictures of me with my grandma Joyce, who came to visit a couple of weeks ago - we look cute together, don't you think?






OK, sorry no political discourse this week - quite honestly the only big news was all this brou-ha-ha about Barack giving up federal funding and, as McCain says, "going back on his word," but this is all so unbelievably ridiculous. If McCain could raise funds like Barack, you think McCain wouldn't be doing the same? McCain's just being a bit of a baby, politically speaking, and take it from a baby to know a baby. Anyway, I've spent too much time on this topic, it warrants about 5 seconds of mind share but that's all.

Have a great fourth of July everyone!

Love,Spencer

Can you believe I'm already 5 months old? I'm having trouble believing it, but mainly because I'm too young to have any sense of a time continuum.

Here's one of my shots that I'm planning to send in to Brooks Brothers. OK, maybe just Carter's, but a boy can dream, can't he?


Let's chat a bit about the fact that John McCain's attack machine is harping on the fact that Obama hasn't been to Iraq in about 900 days. One of McCain's main platforms is his "military leadership experience," so I can see why he's making this an issue.

Now Obama has stated that he's planning a trip to check things out. I think this is only fair. After all, one of Obama's main platforms is health care reform, and John McCain has apparently been to see a doctor 400 times in the last year.

Also, maybe people outside of California heard the news that the Golden State has started issuing marriage licenses to same sex couples. Given that I'm only 5 months old and have never read this "bible" thing, I don't know what the big deal with this is. But quite honestly, I kind of want to grab a friend and get married, because I like the idea of being the world's first "gayby." But I do like boob. I'm conflicted. Can a 5-month-old even BE conflicted?

OK, so a few more pictures.


Action shot! My dad and me playing airplane!



Look at how I can keep my chest off the ground!





I had to throw these adorable ones in. I'm so conceited!




Love,
Spencer

Omnivore or cannibal?

It's been well-documented that I dig the taste of giraffe. I've also gotten very much into the taste of duck.






But recently I've decided to branch out into more exotic fare. For example, take my toe (please!). After months of intense baby yoga practice, I've been able to reach my toe to my mouth, and to be honest I like the taste. I probably spend 20% of my lying-down time eating my toes.



One thing this range of flexibility has enabled for me is that I'm very much able to turn over from my back to my stomach! All I do is lift my feet to my head, lose my balance and suddenly I'm on my stomach. Below are some pictures of my turn in action!





Another piece of news from this weekend is that I went swimming for the first time! According to my dad, I was a natural in that I didn't cry and didn't drown. It was so much fun! It was like taking a bath but with no soap and fewer visible poop particles. I don't have any pictures of this momentous event unfortunately, which is a big loss for you since I look hot in a swim diaper. Maybe next time.

OK, enough about me, let's talk about the big news this week: Barack as the Democratic nominee, and Hillary's endorsement of him that was added to that of my political action committee Babies Behind Barack (BBB - make your donations payable to Spencer Weinberg's 529 Plan!). This got me to thinking: who would BBB support as a vice-presidential nominee?

I can tell you BBB won't be supporting Hillary Clinton. I have two reasons for not liking her, in addition to the reasons I've stated in previous blogs. First, I don't like that she tried to cheat by changing the rules in Michigan and Florida after the fact. That just shows she lacks some character. But more importantly, I have this sneaking suspicion that she actually eats babies - and if she doesn't now, then she would if the pollsters were to tell her it would work well with white, working class, middle-school educated, childless old women. Oh, and girls are icky.

So who else is in the mix? A couple of senators from Virginia, a governor of Ohio and Pennsylvania, a senator from Indiana...all these people bore me.

I've done some thinking on this, and my perspective is that whoever it is, he/she can't:

1. Rhyme with Obama. This means the dream ticket of Barack Obama and the Dalai Lama is just not going to happen. Plus I never want to see Richard Gere on c-span.

2. Be older than John McCain. This shouldn't be too hard, since there are only 10 Americans in that category.

3. Be from Illinois. This rules out Abe Lincoln. Also, he's dead. And he doesn't like the theater, or so I hear. But Obama / Lincoln would sound cool.

4. Be black, unless the VP is way blacker than Barack, like, say, Flava-Flav. But while this would probably increase turnout in some key districts in swing states, I can confidently say Barack would lose Pennsylvania. If you've been to central PA, you feel me.

5. Be someone who went to an Ivy League school - Barack went to Columbia and Harvard and for some reason he gets hammered for it. This rules out his wife, although the ticket Obama Obama has a great ring to it, kind of like Boutros-Boutros Ghali. (Cornell is probably OK, though - OUCH).

6. Have a middle name like Genghis or Hitler. Hussein is enough for one campaign, thank you very much.

Now I don't know where that leaves us. Honestly, I kind of wish he'd pick Al Gore...anyone else with me?



Love,
Spencer