Sorry – I’ve fallen a bit behind with the posts. Lots of fun adventures to share – so check back soon, I should have new material up by the end of the weekend.
In the meantime enjoy this funny animation that cousin Mackenzie sent our way!!
first field trip
Sol Lewitt
Rachel and I thought we should be encouraging after Milo recently expressed an interest in art (see abstract expressionism post) – so today we all hopped in the car and drove up to Dia:Beacon.
Blinky Palermo
We had good discussions for awhile …
Lawrence Weiner
But before long Milo decided he’d better take a nap.
Richard Serra
Bruce Nauman
we have liftoff!!!
With Herculean effort Milo achieved a solid inch of clearance today!
Milo had his 2nd checkup this week with Dr. Hopps.
He gained 2 pounds and grew 2 inches to his current dimensions of 10 lbs 3 oz and 23 inches. This put him in the 85 percentile for weight and off the chart for height!!
Thanks to big cousin Sam for the cool fire truck shirt hand-me-down!!
burrito
Moro (startle) reflex
abstract expressionism
I found this to be an apt description for the cultural production depicted below:
Technically, an important predecessor is surrealism, with its emphasis on spontaneous, automatic or subconscious creation.
– taken from the wikipedia entry for abstract expressionism
It all started with a direct hit – inconceivably, Milo managed to pee all over me while somehow not getting a drop on himself. But this performance was just the preamble to a much more sophisticated work:
I really have lost it. Even Milo’s poop is too perfect to comprehend. Art history is littered with all kinds of piss and poop related endeavors. This particular work by Milo seems to resemble paintings by Jackson Pollock. Pollock himself was a notorious pisser – infamously peeing into Peggy Guggenheim’s fireplace. You might look at his drip paintings as a metaphor for pissing:
In the 70s, Andy Warhol produced ‘oxidation’ paintings – friends were asked to piss onto canvases prepared with copper paint.
There is Duchamps urinal, “Fountain“:
And Kiki Smith’s “Tale“:
And Andres Serrano’s “Piss Christ“:
And Chris Ofili’s collage “The Holy Virgin Mary” which incorporates elephant feces.
And I’m sure many more …
tummy time
New drugs …
Our midwife, while deeply sniffing Milo’s head, told us that newborns release endorphins into the air around them. It might be a survival tactic developed to avoid being ditched in the woods by frustrated parents. I think they’re working. Rachel and I are totally junkies. I’m having trouble doing anything except just stare at him. I find myself feeling jealous when Rachel is staring at him because I want to stare at him … like, look lady, I’m losing my high. Hand over the kid, I need another fix …
We went on our first big adventure into Manhattan today to visit Dr. Hops, our pediatrician. For variety we took the midtown tunnel (we came home from the birthing center over the Queensboro bridge). Milo is a little jaundice, but otherwise doing great and has already gained 1.6 oz !! He had to get blood drawn from his heel to test for a variety of disorders. Despite 4 jabs with a needle, Milo barely seemed to notice – he was far to consumed with nursing his own new drug.
Rachel and Milo rocked out today in terms of breastfeeding – here they are, pooped out after a particularly successful meal.
