Baking bread with my daughter

It’s the first nice cool, cloudy day of fall. A chill is keeping the birds away from the skies over the Hudson River. This morning, for the very first time, I’m baking bread with Harper helping me as her Mom gets some much needed rest. By helping, I mean staggering around the kitchen banging a wooden spoon on her head and occasionally screaming nonsensically. But every so often I pick her up, show her the ingredients that I am mixing and explain the process to her. Some day she’s going to bake bread for me, and it’s going to be good.

Parents of the Year

We took Harper to the first birthday party for her buddy Leo today out in Northern Bergen County, NJ. Suburban USA. While Leo’s folks are hip, the family wasn’t. Everyone there was ex-military, coached wrestling at the local high school and golfed. People kept “complimenting” Harper’s dress. It was only later that I realized it had a pattern made up of vintage tattoos. Lots of skulls, knives, naked hula girls and bottles of rum.

We have created a monster

Harper demanded caviar with dinner tonight. As in, full-on screaming, kicking, flailing and wailing until we served her some caviar. The second it was in front of her she smiled like an angel and began popping it into her mouth.

Do you remember the first time you ever tasted cake? The first time you ever tasted sugar, for that matter?  Was it a vanilla cake stuffed with cannoli cream and were you surrounded by friends and family when it happened? If so it might have looked like this.

Do you remember the first time you ever tasted cake? The first time you ever tasted sugar, for that matter? Was it a vanilla cake stuffed with cannoli cream and were you surrounded by friends and family when it happened? If so it might have looked like this.

Much like Daddy, she sometimes gets sloppy.

Much like Daddy, she sometimes gets sloppy.

Fatherhood

I’m a Dad now and doing my best to live up to it. Still and all, the last two texts I sent were:

"I can get us backstage for Puddles the Sad Clowns show."

"Heard a rumor that Scummo got out on parole, can you confirm?"

11 months old and she’s playing ball with Daddy!

Elaine busted Harper who was leaning over in her high chair to grab a leftover rib. I’m so proud I’m tearing up a little.

Elaine busted Harper who was leaning over in her high chair to grab a leftover rib. I’m so proud I’m tearing up a little.

Making friends

Making friends

82

That’s the number of names on the invitation list for Harper’s First Birthday Party. I haven’t added any of mine yet.

Someone has a cold and is not very happy about it.

Someone has a cold and is not very happy about it.

You can accuse my wife of many things but subtlety is not one of them.

You can accuse my wife of many things but subtlety is not one of them.

First time tasting sausage. She takes after her Daddy.

First time tasting sausage. She takes after her Daddy.

At the aquarium

At the aquarium

Making baby food.  Completely organic, made-from-scratch chicken soup.  Perfectly seasoned, I might add.  Seems a shame to puree such a delicious dish but the kid deserves the best and hey, I got my taste.

Making baby food. Completely organic, made-from-scratch chicken soup. Perfectly seasoned, I might add. Seems a shame to puree such a delicious dish but the kid deserves the best and hey, I got my taste.