Shea It Aint So

Mommy and daddy took me to my first softball game. We went

all the way out to Queens with Aunt Jennifer and Edan to see the 

Mets play. They loaded the bases three times in the last three

innings with no outs and scored only one run, and that run was

walked in!

The good news was that Carlos Beltran hit a home run,  although

daddy quickly pointed out that it was in the wrong direction - see 

above photo. Mommy pointed out that this might be the first incident

that I remember in a therapist's office.

Go Expos!

Cora Elizabeth Pape

Sept. 24, 2008

Yankees Win!

Each year in the Fall daddy goes out west here he works as a 

turkey wrangler. This time mommy told me we were going to 

go someplace very special - that usually means the changing 

table, but not this time, this time we went to the Bronx!! 

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Bronx!! Go Bronx!!

Oh yeah, then we went to this place called Yankee Stadium 

where people get drunk and yell at the grass. But I loved the 

Bronx. Everybody talked funny there. One police officer said 

to mommy and Laura " Hey youse, get over dere on da

sidewalk, what's wrong which youse? " And mommy said the 

police officer was violating her civil rights. Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!!

No civil rights!

The Bronx is so cool.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

Sept. 22, 2008

Atlanta - Part 3

Well, here's why we went to Atlanta, it was aunt Jennie's wedding!

It's about time. Daddy says he was worried that she was going to 

wind up with a house full of cats and a copy of "The Feminine Mystique."

But instead she gets a husband and I get a new uncle - and a lawyer.

Which reminds me of a joke my daddy told me while they exchanged vows.

What do you call a lawyer with an I.Q. of 10?

A lawyer. A lawyer, get it. Wait, there's a follow up.

What do you call a lawyer with an I.Q. of 50?

Your honor!! Oh that kills me.

I just about peed my diapers! Daddy's funny. Then he told me that six

penguins died trying to make grandpa's tuxedo, alright, he's not that funny.

Cora Elizabeth

Glory glory hallelujah!

Sept. 1, 2008

Atlanta - Part 2 / My Baptism

One of the things to come out of the  Atlanta trip was my baptism. 

 This may seem strange to some of the family since mommy and 

daddy aren't terribly religious - except of course when daddy's on 

the Robitussin. We went to the tomb of Dr. Martin Luther King - 

not to be confused with Dr. Scholl's - and daddy dipped me into 

the reflecting pool. Nobody's head spun around and no chickens were

slaughtered when mommy and daddy repeated my name and the 

importance of the great Dr. King and the difference that one 

person can make. On the trip home mommy said she would take 

me with her when she votes for Barack Obama. There's supposed

to be a connection but I'm still to young to get it. Oh well, at least

I got my feet wet.

Cora Elizabeth

August 30, 2008

Atlanta - Part 1

While I know I have new parents it doesn't take a 

rocket scientist to know that I'm not baggage, and yet

here I am. Why does Luis Vuitton write his name on

so many things?

Cora Elizabeth