The pediatrician practice Henry goes to has four different doctors. Until now, we’ve seen two of them, his primary doctor, Dr. Cahan, and the other most senior doctor, Dr. Weinstein. Both are different sorts of guys: one is a little brusque and the other is a more touchy feely. (Both are excellent.)
Today, for Henry’s six-month [...]
“Mr. Watson, come here. I need you.” — Alexander Graham Bell
When we put Henry to sleep at night, there is about a 25% chance that he’ll be back up within the next couple of hours. Usually, this is due to him either pooping or having gas (oh, that crazy GI system). Because these are things [...]
Another instance here where I’m a bad father: I neglected to mention here that Saturday was Henry’s 6-month anniversary.
I’m not really sure what I can say here about our first half-year with Henry that I haven’t already said countless times. He is, without exaggeration, the best thing that has ever happened to Kristen and me. [...]
When Kristen started her current job, the office manager/human resources person was, while a great person, not terribly organized. So when Kristen filled out her I-9 form and asked to have an extra $50 set aside for our Federal taxes (we had had to pay a little the last couple of years and this was [...]
When Kristen was a kid, she had a bad banana experience. This involved her vomiting a recently eaten fruit, likely (grossness to follow) tasting the banana on the way up. Since then, she has not eaten another and, in fact, cowers at the smell of them. She will however eat banana-flavored Runts, which is the [...]
I don’t ask for much.
I want Henry’s first steps to be going in my direction, I want him to thank me when he accepts his Nobel Prize, and I want his first word to be “Da-da.” Well, the first two can still happen, but I’ve lost out on the last.
That’s because this morning, at 5:45, [...]
Henry is like an adventure video game. How so, you ask? Well, whenever you get a new video game and start playing, you invariably get to a point where you can go no further. You just can’t get the timing down right or you always forget that the ogre is behind the middle door. So [...]
I am old and creaky, and as such, not particularly flexible. My knees pop when I get up, my back hurts, and I think I have a broken a bone in my left foot.
Henry, on the other hand, has no such problems. In fact, I don’t know if he (or any baby for that matter) [...]
We like old stuff. Vintage stuff.
Our house is full of old furniture, comic books, clothing, and knick knacks that usually elicit strange responses from people who first come into our place. (What is that exactly? And where did you get it?) I think if I could live at any other time, it would be in [...]
For the past few weeks, whenever Kristen or I have eaten anything in front of Henry, he’s begun to fixate on everything about it. The food. The chewing. The putting things in your mouth. To me, it was obvious that he was ready to try solid foods. (Kristen, on the other hand, wanted to wait [...]
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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