a new view

Hello devotees of Avenue Oy. We didn't have a camera there for a while...we are now re-equipped.

Where to start? Teeth, tears, tears, teeth. As of today, Thalia has five. Her grandfather and uncle appreciate every one of them -- these are well-examined incisors.

Next: hair. Evident, yes. But you can't believe how people respond...that mop hanging in her eyes adds several months to her apparent age, and today Thalia sent the mother of a 10-month-old into a spasm of jealousy at the Children's Museum of Manhattan. "She has all these things my daughter doesn't -- teeth, hair...!!" She was serious.

The museum was a lot of fun. We went with second-cousin Daniel and his dad (my cousin) Amir, who live nearby and know their way around this little menagerie of Manhattanites. Thalia especially enjoyed an object called "the Musical Harp," which used visual sensors like the ones on supermarket scanners to trigger notes. She successfully held on to her turf there, while other kids scrambled to usurp her.


Then she discovered the Realm of the Four Thalias.


Thalia and Daniel got a chance to hang out, which they really haven't yet. She tackled him a few times, and tugged at his face with sharp nails, but Daniel seems to have forgiven all.



So, if you're reading this and live somewhere in or near NYC you probably know that Thalia's 1st birthday party is coming up. Weren't invited? Want to come? If you've got any reason to be there, you know where to find us--we'll give you the details.

OK, gotta put Thalia to sleep. Bryan is out with his band the Avengers (he's their booking agent), tonight at the Knitting Factory. Thalia heard them in utero, at CBGBs, and kicked unrelentingly. I think she learned how to scream from Penelope Houston.