Giggle Fit

Dear Dad,

You be so CRAY-CRAY!!!

Love,

Jacob

Buy, buy!!! Sell, SELL!!!

Dear Gordon,

Some young punk in my play group asked me the other day, "How many yachts can you water ski behind?"  So I decided to suit up and diligence this age-old question myself.

The Double G                                                                           Me

My pursuit led me on a wild ride throughout Manhattan.

Raiding Windsor Castle didn't help; no one's ever there.

Coffee shops (even Bouchon) are for hippies.

Getting warmer...

Finally, SUCCESS!!! Dad had the answer all along:  "Yachts are for sissies, but you can never have too many private jets."

Greed... is good,

JYK

MoMa Mia... My First: Trip to the MoMa

Dear Diego,

I had an adventurous day with Moms and Dad peepin' your exhibition at the MoMa.  You sure can draw, and all over the walls... How do you get away with it?  Moms was also super excited to show me the first cubist painting by a dude named Picasso.  He's Spanish, just like half of me, even though my Godfather to be insists he's French.  What's that about?

Mom (excited) and me (not so much) on our way to visit Diego.  Sculpture garden's in the background.

When we made it to your gallery, there was tons of security, but Moms desperately wanted some record of my having been there, so she made Dad do this:

Clandestine snapshot in the Diego exhibit.  Dad got yelled at for having his camera out.

My favorite part was getting to see the sketches and pictures of your Rockefeller Centrer mural that was destroyed over the portrait of Lenin.  You were such a rebel, and chubby, just like me. But, you were married to Frida Kahlo?!  That's super cool!  We saw some of her paintings on the fifth floor.  She loves monkeys!  

After your extensive exhibit, we refueled at the Cafe, which Dad especially needed.

See what I mean?

Seems like Moms was the only one not power napping.

A short rest later, I was ready to go!

She sure loves hugging me.  How you like my hat? Abuelo says it looks like a baturro, an Aragonese hat.

So off we went in search of Picassos...

Is this a Picasso?

Is this a Picasso?

No luck in the beginning, but sure enough, we finally found him!  Mom says I needed a picture with the Demoiselles d'Avignon, regardless of how many security guards chase us.  But thankfully, my cuteness came to the rescue, and they looked the other way, just this one time.  We made sure the flash was off, and Voila!

Dad, me and the Hiz-adies.  "Hellloooo Ladies!"

 That Picasso guy sure seems like he had the life!  Mom says he was a Communist, just like you.  I'm going to have to look into that as soon as I can Google.

Once we were done with Picasso, Dad gave me a flying tour of the remaining painting and sculptures.  Bird's eye view is definitely the way to go when viewing priceless works of art!

And that was that!  My first visit to the MoMa and my first viewing of your work.  What a good time!

Mom says when I'm old enough, we can go to your home country to see your actual originals on real walls.  I can't wait!

Til Mexico City,

JYK

My First: Ducks Indoctrination

Dear Chip Kelly,

Dad's told me a lot about you, starting while I was in Mom's tummy.  So, today he was very excited that she finally let him dress me.  Of course, he opted for the sweet sweet Ducks jersey that Auntie Joan Claire and Uncle Dave gifted me.

Dressed up and ready to go, we proceeded to Win the Day...

Dad, super psyched to take me out and throw the ball around. (Nike Ducks onsie, Zara suspender jeans n white onsie)

Mom, getting schooled on how to Win the Day.

Training began in earnest once we made it outside... 

High and tight, just like my Daddy taught me!

Now I can't wait til football season starts.  Til then, we'll keep the spirit alive and continue to WTD every day!!!

GO DUCKS!!!

JYK

Tummy Time!

Dear Dad,

While you're hard at work at your office, I'm hard at work on my tummy!

Ugh!  My head's sooo heavy!

Best part of tummy time: Finger food!

Love ya,

JYK

Leap Year

Dear Julius Caesar and Sosigenes,

In honor of your invention, see below for examples of how I lept today.  Please bear with me, as I'm only a few weeks old, and there's only so much I can do at this point. 

1. My heart lept every time I saw Moms coming to feed me.

2. I lept in my Momaroo, twice.

3. I lept straight into Dad's arms for a little flying action and a nap.

I'm glad my birthyear is marked by this fun quirk.  Let's leap again in four years' time and see how far I've come.

Hope you're enjoying the afterlife,

JYK

Here's the Beef

Dear Chelsea Market,

You're awesome!  After brunch, I put on my shades and we headed out for your hallowed halls.

If Dad finds out I messed with his shades, he's gonna kill me!  (Tia Sisi's jacket)

On this trip, my main goal was to take Dad to one of my favorite places, Dickson's Farmstand Meats, seeing as he loves steak n all.  

Outside of Dickson's.  Photo credit New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/23/dining/reviews/23dinbriefs-2.html?adxnnl=1&adxnnlx=1330446036-n95GLYibP3Zxzc7AZu4bMA

I personally love it because it's a hip place to scope out meat and watch real butchers do their thing.

Dad n me watching real butchers do their thing.

Bonus: Turns out dad went to college with Mr. Jake Dickson, the owner with the most fortunate first name.  He was actually at the shop, so we got to say hi and found out he's opening a new shop in our neighboring 'hood at Franklin and Church.  Woo hoo!  Tribeca needs a hip butcher.  Now all we need is a hip fish market, and we'll be set.

 

Mr. Jake Dickson behind the counter, just like we saw him.  Oh, if only I had teeth!! Photo credit Edible Manhattan: http://www.ediblemanhattan.com/magazine/dont-call-him-a-butcher/

After Dickson's Karina and Abuela stopped at Fatty Witch for some brownies because they couldn't help themselves.  They shared the goodness all around, so I'll be gettin some later from Mom.  Can't wait!

Dad n me heading for the exit in said hallowed halls.

Til next time,

JYK

Dining with Celebrities

Dear Spiderman,

What were you doing at Cook Shop on Oscar day, Bro?  You let that hottie Gwen Stacey go all by herself?  Anyway, it was great seeing you.  Although, given what a good Samaritan you are, you should've clued Mom in on her open blouse instead of smirking at her the whole time.  At first she thought you were checking me out, thinking "What a cute baby!", as people usually do.  But when she got back to our table, we all pointed out that she forgot to button herself up after feeding me.  Doh!

Mom thanking me for saving her modesty, albeit a little too late.

You look great, and your friend should give my Aunt Karina a call.  She thinks he's smoking.  Hope you don't mind, but in true New York style, we were too cool to ask you for a picture, so we just squeezed you into one we pretended to take of ourselves.

Abuela, me and Dad reverse photobombing the back of Andrew Garfield's head.  Subtle, huh?

Keep up the good work,

JYK

PS. Emma, next time, call me.  I'll be your date, Sweetie.

Post Church Snack

Dear Aunt Karina,

Was great seeing you at Cafe Gitane today.  What a coincidence, you being in the neighborhood.  Although rumor has it that Moms picked St. Patrick's Old Cathedral partly because it's across the street from Gitane, where you guys often downed rose for hours (before pregnancy), so maybe it's not such a coincidence after all. I personally like it for the people watching and sunny window:

Peepin' the scene... Hellooo ladies!

Dad likes Gitane because of the literature and because he thinks it's a good place to keep a lookout for supermodels.

Let me know what your plan for this week is.  Maybe we can catch our usual at Minerva.

Holla',

JYK

Post Church Activity

Dear New Museum,

You rock!  Thanks for the comp and for only making Moms and Dad pay half price.  While they might not get you, I sure as heck do, all the way.  The magic carpet installation is dope; my personal fave.  It speaks to the fleeting nature of material possessions in an age of transcendentalism...

Me explaining it all to Moms.  She was pretty confused.

We finally ditched the security guards who chased us throughout the museum for taking pics at the top floor observation terrace and headed back down to the Birdbath Cafe, which is a kickin' spot to throw back a bottle, which the barista most generously warmed up.

Nice fingerless gloves, Dad!

A great experience all around.

I salute you with my best poo face.

Your fan,

JYK

PS.  Maybe one thing, which if you could add would be awesome: a changing table!  Just a helpful suggestion, mkay?

Age of Aquarius

Dear Abuela and Mom,

Happy belated birthdays!  I had a lot of fun celebrating with you and the rest of our family.  Getting to spend even more time with CJ and Catalina was one of my favorite parts.

Catalina checking keeping up with her email.    CJ modeling the latest in Cookie Monster wear.

But, I have to admit, one of my favoritist parts of the day was napping on Uncle John's belly.  I'm sure gonna miss it if he keeps hitting the gym.

Ahh! Heaven.

Me demonstrating my lung capacity to CJ and Catalina.  They were tres impressed.

CJ and Catalina getting a tour of my nursery.  The couch pulls out so we can have sleepovers, guys!

Me telling Abuelo about how much I love my changing table.  "I love it this much!"

Here's to many more birthday celebrations,

JYK

Go Blue!

Dear Giants,

You have my permission, as a newly minted New Yorker, to go out there and kick some Patriot butt!  This is a difficult rivalry for me, since Moms met Dad at b-school in Boston.  So if it wasn't for Boston, I'd likely be two halves the man I am today in separate locations.  But, I am, therefore I <3 New York!

To psyche myself up for the game, I rocked to Madonna in the Momaroo.  I love that thing! 

(Janie n Jack jacket, shirt and shoes; Zara shorts, tights)

Dad n me before the big game.

GO BLUE!

JYK

My First: Family Portrait

Dear Mom & Dad,

Looking good... for the early morning.

Love ya,

JYK

My First: Walk Outside

Dear Neighborhood,

It was fun getting to know you for the first time.  As a matter of fact, it was my first time outdoors, breathing outside air ever!  Finally, after a week of bad weather.

Me, cozy in my stroller, practicing my stick-up stance.

 I was pretty lucky that Popo and Popie were back from their trade show to push me along.  Popie already started teaching me about the trees in our 'hood and telling me stories about the fun we're going to have camping in Oregon.

Dad, Popo, One Popie n me in Rockefeller Park, ready to go.

Dad, Moms n me.  Yup, I'm in there, somewhere.

I love Rockefeller Park and can't wait to lounge on the grass this summer scoping the bikini clad ladies with Dad.  I can't wait to walk so I can go down the slide in Teardrop Park and play in all the jungle gyms on the new pier.  We also went to this cool Winter Garden that had real live palm trees growing inside and got a short bird's eye view of the World Trade Center construction site.  One World Trade sure is big, especially to a small guy like me. Mom says it'll get even bigger.  Wow!

Mom telling me all about the WTC, and me puttin' my arms in the air n wavin' 'em like I just don't care :)

Popie, Popo, Dad n me scopin' the view of the port from the Winter Garden.

Can't wait to see more!

JYK

My First: Trip to the Pediatrician

Dear Dr. Oliveira,

I sure am lucky to have you taking care of me.  Mom and Dad were especially grateful for your help with my dehydration situation.  Formula is not the enemy, and tastes quite yummy, thankyouverymuch.  Mom's milk finally came in this evening, so I think we'll survive.

Dad and me discussing my weight situation.

We need to do something about filling in these legs before football camp starts.

See you at my next weigh in, where I'm sure I'll crush it!

JYK