Born at 2:47 AM. He was 7 lbs, 5 oz, and 21 1/4 inches. He’s healthy and beautiful, and Kristen and I have already fallen madly in love with him. Kristen did an unbelievable job, and I’ve never been more proud of her. She was amazing in every way. We’re going to go to sleep [...]
We’re at the hospital. Kristen’s good and drugged, and I’m hyper as a 6-year-old on birthday cake and ice cream. More to come…
(I think he’s moving the wrong way, crawling up into Kristen’s lungs. I’m serious. He never wants to come out.) We went to the doctor’s today, a post-due-date-what’s-happening visit. I went along to assuage some of my worries (most of which are too frightening to post on the blog), but also to get the details [...]
(I was going to post a picture of some random infant, but I’m not that cruel.) I just looked at the details of our Netflix account, and I noticed that we got our first DVD in the mail in April 2002. I’d like to think that we’re one of the trailblazers in their service (the [...]
(Still no baby.) Due dates can wreak havok with your life, especially when, like in our case, they tend to be ignored. I really wasn’t expecting to be at work this week, so we didn’t have anything available to pack for lunch (today, I went with the Marquette Inn’s turkey club — no mayonnaise). Same [...]
(I think he’s laughing at us, I really do.) The night before I was born (or maybe my sister, I can’t remember), my mother made and ate an entire tray of Rice Krispies treats. Seeing as how that’s in my blood (and in Barnabas’ blood), I thought it may do the trick for Kristen. So [...]
Yesterday was the due date, and, if you haven’t realized yet, still no baby. I’m really trying to think of something funny or clever to write, but I can’t. Kristen’s still uncomfortable, I’m still anxious, and the cats are still nuts. Our friend Jodi flew in yesterday from Boston, thinking that she would be helping [...]
(Although Kristen is feeling a bit strange, nothing yet.) One of the best things about living in a large city is that there is always something going on. One weekend it will be a big music festival (blues, jazz, rock), the next it will be a gigantic picnic stretching several blocks in a neighborhood (or [...]
(Stubborn little guy still won’t come out.) Kristen and I are four years apart, and while we are certainly of the same generation, there are a lot of things that I am aware of — in the areas of pop culture — that she has no clue about, and vice versa. Things started to move [...]
(Still no baby.) If you’re reading this, you’ll notice something different. First, this is no longer a Blogger-hosted site. I’ve purchased and uploaded www.barnabasmonkeypants.com, and will be hosting this myself (with the help of WordPress). This will better enable me to add photos, videos (oh, yes), and even music (ie, the sounds of an infant [...]
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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