We finally got around to printing out some photos of Henry. In the digital world, we have countless “files” of his darling mug, but, until yesterday, nothing tangible. The prints also reinforced two things that Kristen and I already knew: a) Walgreens’ photo department could be the worst in the world and b) our camera [...]
I do not have breasts. Well, let me clarify. I don’t have working breasts. And, for the most part, I’ve been happy with that. Through my life, I’ve had enough points of ridicule hurled against me (my glasses, my lack of any athletic ability, my propensity to bring up Green Lantern in any conversation), and [...]
I have to go get Henry’s birth certificate. The Bureau of Vital Records is only a few blocks from my office, so for the past couple of weeks I’ve trudged over there to see if the line is short enough for me to wait in it. And every day I’ve gone, I’ve left soon after. [...]
In every book you can read, in every advice you hear from other parents, and from every doctor you talk to, they all mention different milestones your child is going to go through. And, for the most part, these have all come true. At week 1, we saw certain changes in Henry; at week 2 [...]
After nearly cutting my son’s leg in two, we (Kristen, me, you readers) all came to the conclusion that I’m the worst father in America. That much we can agree upon. I’m here to tell you that I’m also one of the worst friends in America. I must admit that I’ve been using this site [...]
Chicago is well-known for its fine dining. Don’t believe me? Well, Charlie Trotter’s is often on lists for the best restaurants in the world, and Alinea has taken eating out to the next level. We’re also known for some of the best steakhouses in the country, and, as I’ve mentioned before, the variety and quality [...]
Yesterday morning, I woke up (along with a crying baby) at 6:15 and managed to roll out of bed by 6:30. Barely an hour later, I was out the door on my way to the train. I walked through the door again at 5:54, and, after a fun evening of trying to limit the wails [...]
Like most couples, Kristen and I have a pet name (or two or three or four) for each other — usually, the theme involves something with a smell (“Stinky” is a common one) — but our fallback is that we call each other Bubba. In fact, I call her Kristen and she calls me Raphe [...]
As much as the weekend wasn’t the best (not terrible, mind you; just not great), yesterday was amazing. The fussiness (which Henry still has) has diminished, and he was actually able to sleep for extended periods of time not in either Kristen or my arms. He did so well, in fact, that we tried out [...]
I know a lot of people (most? all?) come to this site for one reason: to read my funny little posts. What? That’s not the reason? Right, it’s to see pictures of Henry. We try and take pictures every day, because neither of us want to forget anything about what he looks like or what [...]
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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