The Felix Helix

All right, I'll admit that not one of us stayed up to see in the New Year.  Welcome to parenthood, the land of the boring...

Recommendation to others:  overnight transatlantic flights are not fun with newly-mobile babies who are too big for the bassinet and too young to get their own seats.  NOT FUN.  After a good amount of screaming and squirming, we arrived in England to find snow.  Many of you will not understand that, apparently, 3-4 inches of snow can completely cripple the entire southern portion of England.  Also, Hertz kind of ... sucks. Anyway - Felix seemed to enjoy his first English Christmas.  He spent most of the week learning to navigate stairs (a new thing for an apartment baby!), and trailing his cousin Oscar around.  Luckily, Oscar didn't seem to mind too much. Here are a few Christmas pictures, and some (cold) Christmas afternoon beach trek pictures.

Felix went to go meet Santa with his grandparents and cousin Robbie.  Robbie asked Santa for batteries, and Felix just wanted to get the hell off the creepy old guy's lap.

Totally unrelated, but WTF is up with that dress?  And why are they in Grand Central??

Felix, meet coffee table.  Coffee table, meet Felix's face. A quick trip across the street to the ER, a little medical superglue later, and Felix looks like a tiny little tough guy.

We went to a pot luck at Zack & Zoe's - and Zack had a photo-booth of sorts set up.  Here are some of the less embarrassing pictures.

We took Felix to go get his first haircut.  The mullet effect was beginning to be a bit overwhelming... If his hair had any of that adorable baby curl, it might have been cute, but it was looking a bit shady. We went to Lulu's - this toy store/kid haircutting combo place on 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.  Felix got to sit in a firetruck.  He was beyond well-behaved.  The parents of the 4 year old next to us were jealous, and the hairdresser kept commenting on how great he was.  He didn't cry once!  So, a few snips and a little hair gel later and Felix emerged with a new stylin' do.

Teeny tiny karate kid.

After the fastest year ever, Felix turned one!  Thank you to all our friends in New York who came out to the apartment for our bigger-than-expected birthday party (and thanks to all our family and friends from further away who sent presents and cards!  I suspect Felix is about as well-stocked in toys and clothes as our apartment can handle.) It's quite possible that I had more fun than anyone else, because I got to play Martha Stewart for the big ninja-themed party: sushi cupcakes, a ninja cake (homemade buttercream!  YUM!), and chocolate ninja starts made from silicone molds I had to make myself (who knew it would be impossible to find ninja star chocolate molds?).  Anyway - FUN. We ended up with a full apartment, including a generous handful of munchkins.  Even after a brief recuperative nap, Felix bawled when put in his high chair for the cake.  Luckily, when everyone started singing happy birthday, he was really, REALLY confused and it momentarily shut him up.  Eventually, he was coaxed into trying some cake and discovered that chocolate is delicious.