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
