My brother turned over!!

Back to front! Back to front! It's so funny to watch! But what's the big deal? I can do it too.




Love,
Spencer

little league starts now...

my dad sure works me late into the night...but truth be told, i love it!



Love,
Spencer

Go Giants!!

Ok, Ok, so in the past I've noted my allegiance to the Yankees (sorry mom). You can't blame a kid for supporting his home town team! Especially since my favorite color is orange...and I'm told that the Giants are orange, so that makes them ok in my book. I decided NOT to go out and smash storefronts in celebration tonight. I'll leave that to the Oakland fans. Ba-bing!

So yesterday was Halloween, and I was pretty much the only kid in town not dressed as Buster Posey (who, today, I declared that "I like"). Neither was Drew. But we made a mean Monkey / Ladybug combo. Yes, I was a ladybug. Stop snickering. Can't a toddler be sensitive and metrosexual?





OMG before I get into my exclusive toddler election predictions, I have to show a few of the latest pictures of me and my brother Drew. We TOTALLY love our little chairs. Although sometimes he needs a bit of brotherly help...








Isn't my brother the cutest little play toy? I can't wait to steal his girlfriends when we're in our early 20s.







And he even loves the same toys that I did when I was a baby! Here's Drew with Bogawowee the lizard, one of my old favorites.







Seriously, I really do like this kid.













OK, enough about Drew. Big news from the past month or so is my popop's 65th birthday. We headed down to LA for a big dinner celebration with the family, including of course my cousins! It's always a party down in LA. We're like toddler swingers, minus the martinis, but similar intellect.

I got to listen to my cousin Sam's ipod, using his earphones. Joke's on him - I've never used a q-tip once, my ears must be mad waxy.





And we had a big dance party. I'll have video of that later, but it was so much fun. For some reason my 6 to 9 year old cousins are infatuated with Bon Jovi - we did "living on a prayer" like 5 times. What does that even mean? Who lives on a prayer? Makes no sense to me.






Here's the whole fam.






Some news on me - these days I pretty much demand that I dress myself. I can even almost put on my diaper...although my dad does tell me that if I'm able put on my own diaper I shouldn't be using a diaper. Wise words, but it's so much easier this way. But clearly sometimes it can be a bit confusing...







OK, so election predictions. I think I'm pretty safe here in California. But I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up Wednesday morning and there are going to be some clinically insane people in congress. Roughly 50% of new Senators may be in need of Prozac, and 50% of those will need a double dose. Why are people voting for these crazy people? I have a note to Delaware: If you elect that loon O'Donnell who keeps moaning on about Obama wanting to redistribute wealth I'll spend the rest of my life making sure Delaware gets redistributed to Pennsylvania and Maryland. One of these days I'll show you Spencer's guide to the way the state maps should be drawn. Preview: One Dakota, Montanaho, Rhodeticut, and San Francisco as its own state. Oh, and yes, no more Delaware.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only reasonable, sane toddler out there.

But the prediction? As Clubber Lang said in Rocky 3: Pain.

I'll leave you with a couple of my favorite Spencer arthouse shots.






Hold your breath for tomorrow people. Could be a prelude to President Palin 2012. Glurp. I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Love,
Spencer

ok, just one video

I know I just blogged yesterday, but I don't think I've ever posted a video of my baby brother Moby...it's about time. He giggles now!



He's like the pillsbury doughboy!!

Love,
Spencer

Moby's quarterly report

Buried deep in the fine print of the new financial reform bill is a requirement that every family publish quarterly reports on infants to the newly-created Security Blankets and Diaper Changes Commission (kind of like the SEC only more mature and infinitely more effective. So I'm attaching below Moby's first 10-Q filing, given that today he officially turned three months old.

A huge thank you to former Florida congressman Mark Foley for his efforts, in conjunction with my PAC, Babies Behind Barack, to get this critical measure into the overhaul package. You know what they always said about Mark Foley - he's a great lover of children. Wait, that doesn't sound right.

Drew's Statement of Income:

Revenues: Drinks plenty of milk. Loves it. Can't get enough of it.

Expenses: Poops like a hippo. 8 diapers a day, minimum.

Net Income: Has gained 6.5 pounds since birth. Go Drew!

Drew's Balance Sheet:

Assets:
Smiliness
Ability to withstand tummy time
Can actually move a few inches on his stomach
Rolls over front to back (surprising himself in the process)
"Talks" in his baby way constantly
Mellowness
Overall cuteness

Liabilities
Prodigious laundry requirements
General baldness
Difficulty sleeping through the night

Brothers' Discussion & Analysis:

What a fantastic first three months as a big brother!! I feel the need to show this picture to kick things off...how cute is this kid!!























And how about this kid too. Yeah, the one on the right. I know, I'm so conceited.













We had a ton of visitors in the last month or so. All of my grandparents, and my cousins and Aunt and Uncle too! Here's my favorite picture of me and my cousins.














We went to this awesome airplane museum and my dad tried to feed me to one of the animal planes. And Moby had an amazing time there. Not.





















And my grandparents came too. They're not as fun as my cousins, but they're still pretty darn fun. Hopefully they don't read the part about them not being as fun as my cousins. If they're reading this, then these aren't the droids you're looking for.


















OMG, side note: look how cute my parents are, here on our back deck Makes me want to spit up with happiness.












And we celebrated Rosh Hashanah, Moby's first as a Jew. No, he didn't convert, he just didn't exist last year!
















I'll just close my analysis of Moby's first quarter by saying I love my brother. He just better not touch my train set.











Love,
Spencer



ps: I call this my one-sided Rollie Fingers look. Don't I totally look like a shaky-handed drug dealer?

Sum Sum Summertime

Not much to report, other than the fact that my brother is growing like a chubby little weed. I think that's a good thing in baby world. He's looking less like a tiny old man and more like a baby. Thank goodness I never looked like that, except that he continues to be a virtual twin of me.





Doesn't he look like he has a mohawk here?






I seriously think my brother is adorable. We do a bunch of things together....like lie on the floor when he's doing tummy time...




Or hang out in our matching chairs! (Thanks Jonah!)





Or hang out with Mommy!





This has been my first summer up north of San Francisco, and the weather couldn't be more different. You know the old saying by Mark Twain - "the coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco" - well it was definitely true, but up here, just a few minutes past the Golden Gate Bridge, it couldn't be more different. Well, maybe I overstated that, it's probably more different in the middle of Algeria. But it's definitely warm enough to hang out at the pool...(with my friend Emilia)




And my dad even washed his Prius for the first time in about 3 years...and I got to participate!





And we even planted a lemon tree at our new house...and my dad says it's a good luck lemon tree because he planted something of mine and Drew's under it. I can't wait for the lemons to grow so I can throw them at passing cars.




I feel the need to leave you with this unbelievably adorable picture of me and my brother.



Love,
Spencer

big brother in the big apple

So I have to admit liking this big brother thing. Not actually being a big brother -that's a bit irrelevant to me since my little brother just sits there and does nothing. But the extra love and attention I'm getting from my parents is awesome. I need to convince my mom to have more little brothers. I need to have that talk with dad. I'm not sure how that works but I'm sure it'll gross me out.

So at week 2.5 of my little brother's life, I took my dad clear across the country to visit my 11th state (out of 49...I strongly believe we should merge North and South Dakota as a debt-relieving cost savings measure), New York. My dad's cousin, Elisabeth, was getting married and I was the guest of honor. Maybe not, but our New York family did want to confirm my existence other than on this blog.

There were so many memorable experiences from the trip. But I'll just highlight a few:

My first ever visit to Yankee Stadium. My dad's desperately trying to draw my affection towards the Yankees, given that my mom's a Red Sox fan despite thinking there are three strikes in a field goal. But I haven't told him yet that it's guaranteed I'm a Giants fan. Orange is my favorite color.

(yes, I know I look exhausted here)







Meeting my great, great aunts (my great grandmother's sisters). They may look older than your average New York jews, but they're amazingly lively. I have good genes.







Walking through Times Square at 11pm on July 4th after watching the fireworks. No joke, I was awake and my dad braved the crowds do walk 20 blocks to our hotel. Don't worry, he didn't force me to stay awake - I stayed on west coast time the entire trip. Not my best look here but you get the idea...







And of course seeing my cousins and my grandparents!






Back at home, of course, the running story is the addition of baby Moby to our household. He's pretty much useless at this point. Sleep eat poop sleep eat poop. I know the drill - I lived the drill somewhat recently according to my parents. But I must admit I do love lying next to him and listening to him breathe.

Go ahead, feel free to make pacifier jokes. Fine, I still like my pacifier once in a while --- so sue me!




If there's one thing that a new baby does, it brings out the grandparents. The first week of Moby's life one grandma was here and now the other one is here too. Of course it's great to have grandma around - grandmas are much more likely to bribe for affection than parents are, so I get perks for sure!

I feel the need to put in a quick retrospective of the first 3 weeks of my brother's life. I've entitled this retrospective: Moby - the early years.








And I title this retrospective: Genetics Freaks Me Out




So which one is Moby and which one is Spencer? Freaky, no? (Hint: the cuter one is me). Someone call the New England Journal of Medicine....my mom had twins two years apart.

I'll leave you with a few unbelievably cute pictures of me. It's my blog, isn't it? Maybe you noticed - I've even hijacked Moby's website (check out www.drewweinberg.com!)








Love,
Spencer