Some people have eyes that change color day to day, depending on the weather (or, more likely, what they’re wearing). Kristen’s eyes are a little like that, going from green to brown (although never really green or really brown, if you know what I mean). Henry’s eyes are a vibrant blue and are pretty consistently that [...]
Henry woke up crying last night at 10:30. At first, we didn’t know what was causing him such unhappiness. I suspected he was still sore over his father’s alma mater’s recent exit in the men’s college basketball tournament, but then we remembered that he’s not really a hoops fan. We then thought he was hungry, [...]
Our evening ritual is pretty set in stone. We play until 6:20 and then head off to the bathroom for the daily tub. Scrubbing in all the cracks and crevices is quite fun, especially his chubby ankles and wrists. Then we dry him off, apply the butt cream, diaper, and put him in his pajamas. [...]
On the days that we take Henry over to the other nanny-share family’s condo, we carry him up to their place with him still in the car seat. Super-nanny Silvia will sometimes take them places (the zoo, a far-away park, their job at the factory), so we have to lug the thing up up to [...]
Henry loves kisses. We give him kisses everywhere – on his plump cheeks, his little toes, his tummy, his knees. Best of all, he likes kisses on his hands and fingers. When he sees someone he likes, he holds out a hand to be kissed. He expects lots and lots of little nibbly kisses all [...]
I’m currently sitting in a meeting room in Denver, Colorado, trying to figure out how this city can get any dryer. (I don’t have a single ounce of water in my body, I think.) It’s that season again, where I’m gone for most weekends for the next month and a half. Although Kristen will have [...]
Oh, hey. Hi! I bet you thought this day would never come. Raphe is out returning some crap from Ikea (leftovers from the bed debacle he wrote about some weeks ago), so I thought I’d do hubby a solid and take care of today’s WWL post. As you all know, we have two cats here [...]
There are upwards of five hundred thousand reasons why I love Henry. Really. Between his wonderful round head (reason number 112,328) and his wiggle when he sees one of us walk in the room (112,330) is that when he’s got a cold, as he developed this weekend, he is as happy as when he’s healthy [...]
(I’m trying something new. This post has nothing to do with Henry, our life with Henry, funny noises coming out of Henry, or anything parent-y. So, if you’re not interested in my life at all — and who can blame you, really — stop reading here and come back Tuesday where there will be fun [...]
During our trip to Florida, specifically the flight down, I held Henry a lot. I love holding him, especially now that he grabs onto you and will, when tired, put his head on your shoulder, let out a nice, long sigh, and close his eyes. He’s getting bigger — every day he seems to grow [...]
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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