I don’t know when exactly I stopped looking in the mirror. Probably some time around the onset of puberty, but since then I’ve avoided them like a vampire.
Henry, however, has no such revulsion, and in fact, loves to look at himself in the large mirror we’ve set up next to his changing table. They say [...]
I am loathe to admit it, but I’m a little superstitious. Every day I put my left sock on first, then my right, then my left shoe, and finally my right. Every day. I know that it doesn’t mean anything, that if I put the right sock on first, the world isn’t going to end, [...]
(If you need some music for this post, click here and just re-do the lyrics yourself.)
Nothing makes a man (or baby) more than a hat. Would Philip Marlowe be caught dead not wearing his trademark fedora? I think not. Although hats have gone out of style of late (okay, since the 60s), I think Henry [...]
Henry is very quick to tell us what he likes and doesn’t like. He likes something, we’ll see windmill arms, flailing legs, and a smile as large as his head. Frowns, pouts, or the you-know-I-don’t-like-this-so-why-are-we-doing-it face means he’s not enjoying himself.
It used to be we could lay him down on his back — whether in [...]
Remember that crazy entry I posted a few weeks ago about how I’m going to buy Henry a calf when he turns 13 so he can eventually become a super-hero? Of course you do. Well, I don’t know if I have to go to such lengths. All I really have to do is get him [...]
Yesterday was Henry’s four-month birthday. We had cake. (The two, however, were not connected. We just wanted to have some cake. So sue us.)
Him turning that age meant that we had to head off to the doctor’s office for his scheduled check-up, which included the not-painful-at-all measuring (weight, length, head) and the oh-my-God-this-is-the-worst-feeling-ever shots (two [...]
Having a baby is not unlike having a dog.
(And before people start e-mailing me shaming me for calling Henry a dog, take a deep breath, play a game of Soduko, and calm down.)
What I mean is that much of early childhood development is just training your baby to do certain things, rewarding them when they [...]
We got a package in the mail yesterday from my sister and brother-in-law and inside were several wonderfully wrapped gifts. I mention this only because as of today — December 18 — those gifts are the only thing even remotely resembling Christmas in our entire house.
We have no wreath hanging from the door (although we [...]
While I can’t be sure if Henry has started teething or not (there are no white nubbins ready to break through his gums that we can see), I do know that he’s begun shoving anything and everything into his mouth and gnawing on it. He’s also been drooling a lot (something which I like even [...]
I love that Henry is a happy baby. He’s constantly smiling, hamming it up for one and all. I’ve heard horror stories from some parents about their babies being grumpy or crabby or angry or surly (or any of the other dwarves), and while our son has his moments with all these emotions (sometimes all [...]
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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