One year ago today, I urgently needed a haircut and worked at a fucked up organization. My sister's water broke that morning, and by 10 pm, I became Tante Suzanne. I ran out to Iowa, looked like a maniac in all the pictures with the baby (see example below), and then quit my job upon my return to New York. A few things will be different this time. Tomorrow I'm going to my parents' house to celebrate the little goober's first birthday, but I am getting a haircut tonight so that I don't look like a maniac in all the pictures with the baby. I will also not quit my job upon my return to New York, or at least I am not planning to do so. Yes, so much has changed in a year! story time The first story I read to Marcus was how Moses neglected to circumcise his son, so his wife Zipporah took matters into her own hands and then bitterly flung the foreskin into Moses's face. He didn't like the story very much. I'm still not sure why - maybe he was too young to appreciate it? Perhaps I will try to re-read it when I see him this weekend.

Whenever I think about Marcus, I cannot stop smiling. I can't wait to see him. My parents said he's a little mazik, which is Yiddish for "troublemaker who gets into everything." Happy birthday, kiddo!

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