It has been really, really cold in Chicago the past few weeks, with several days of snow and slush (just to make it oh-so-much more pleasant) that have made life quite difficult. Because of this, we really haven’t taken Henry out of the house much other than a trip to the doctor’s on Wednesday. This [...]
Sometimes I think that Henry messes with us on purpose. “But he’s only 3 1/2 months old,” you say! “What could he possibly do?” Well, let me explain. Yesterday, Henry was a wreck. Crying all the time. Sniffling. Runny eyes. Fighting naps. General crabbiness we haven’t seen since… well, since Saturday morning. But it was [...]
One of the things that you have to deal with when taking pictures of a baby is that everyone around the baby is secondary. Mothers. Fathers. Grandparents. You name it. It’s all about the baby. So as Kristen was going through the pictures we took this past weekend, my cousin Abby was in a lot [...]
Photos to come tonight. I’m currently sitting in a cubicle in San Bruno, California, where I’m supposed to be writing some learning objectives for an oncology nurse program that I’ll be writing over the next two months, but am instead writing about gas. (Side note: Why is it in today’s world of amazing technology, I [...]
Henry was born at Prentice Women’s Hospital, which is affiliated with Northwestern University. It is a very, very good place, and we received nothing but excellent care there. (They, in turn, charged us and our insurance company an inordinate amount of money, but who’s counting?) However, if I had known about this hospital in Taiwan, [...]
People’s opinions change all the time. For example, when Kristen and I first met, she did not like barbecue or sushi (not at the same time, people; nobody likes that). Now, she loves them! Give her a half-rack of ribs or a couple spider rolls, and the woman will be sated for days. With Henry [...]
In a completely unscientific manner, we weighed Henry the other day. (It went something like this: I stood on the scale, got off, held Henry, got back on, and did a little math.) He’s nearly 15 pounds! I think about half of that weight is in his cheeks, which balloon throughout the day so that [...]
There is nothing that cuts to the marrow of my soul more quickly than hearing Henry cry. I’m not talking about the whine that he recently learned (the one thing he’s learned that I’m not proud of) or the whimper he often musters up when he doesn’t want to take a nap. I’m talking about [...]
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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