Mark's Hair

Now I'm bringing it forward like 25 days. Keep up!

Yesterday I looked at Mark and I told him that he looked like Daniel Stern from Home Alone. Amazingly, he let me cut his hair.

I made it fun! I gave him a fauxhawk.







He looks kinda stoned in all of these pictures but he was probably just dazed by how good of a job I was doing.





Ohhh yes.








Unfortunately, I had to tone it down a bit because I doubt Mark would want to go to work with a gelled up faux

Still looks good!








Now I'm contained at the Rockefeller University outpatient short-term stay facilities. I've seen worse!





Private room? Individual shower? Flusher that works? This is a step up, my friends.










Dinner from last night.








Breakfast this morning. I requested the vegetarian option because no matter how bad hospital food is, hospital meat is worse.





And then lunch. Real Pepperidge Farms cookies? Yes please!







In case I get amnesia and wander around in a fog.








Oh, a few weeks ago I took my fey angel to a Texas BBQ on the Upper West Side. This, surprisingly, was the first time in over 20 shops that we actually paid. It was nice to go and not have to obsessively worry about the menu and what to order and what our server's name was.

Here. I'll put them in order of fey magnitude.




































And Mark and I got to see the baby! Very belated blog congratulations to Heather. Mark is now Uncle Mark.

This is Heather, Elisabeth the baby, Mark, and Mrs. Hawley.







Paul was having a good time. He showed me the chart they give new parents that describes the consistency and color of baby poop. It was gross.

















Heather says the baby has monkey toes like she does.

















We thought Ellie needed changing at one point but she was like PSYCH it's just gas.










She got us.









Short video of the baby

The whole family, Mark begins to lose his pants.