There are a lot of scary things happening in the world. The swine flu has arrived. The economy is still in the crapper. And it looks like the Yankees are going to miss the playoffs again.
But all of those troubles are washed away because last night Henry slept for 7 1/2 consecutive hours. Let’s all [...]
I got several emails about last week’s post about being tired, so I thought a little follow-up discussing how being tired has affected our marriage was in order.
Let me just say this: when you’re exhausted you don’t always have time for the social grease that makes normal interpersonal relationships run smoothly. Things quickly go from [...]
When it comes to my sister and her husband, Chicago is cursed.
In January, they were planning on coming but the Tuesday before they arrived, my brother-in-law’s father passed away. This obviously necessatated a delay, so they were able to reschedule to this past weekend (in between all of my various business trips, plus holidays and [...]
In crassest terms, Raphe and I have been tired for a solid eight months now. Yes, parenthood is amazing and wondrous and eleventy-bizillion other superlatives. We agree that there are few things that can top the honor of being mom and dad to Henry (and frankly, I can’t think of any). But let’s drop the [...]
Today marks Henry’s 8-month birthday. To celebrate, I plan on making Jell-O. (I even bought Cool Whip.)
I’ve said it many, many times, but every day with Henry and Kristen is a wonderful one.
Enjoy some laughs.
(Another off-topic post. There are pictures of Henry interspersed, however, so you’ll at least be able to enjoy that.)
There are people, like my mother, who seem to be magnets for those who want to tell their life story. She can be in an elevator and by the time the door opens on the 12th floor, [...]
Just like Eve, Henry has three faces. There is the inside face, which is mostly smiles (and near constant babbling). There is is the car face, which is usually a frown (oh, how he hates the car seat). And there is the outdoor face, which is his Poker Face, a blank stare that hides the [...]
When it comes to being a dad, I’d like to think that I know what I’m doing. But that would be a lie. Most all of this parenting stuff is done on the fly or with the help of Mr. Internet and Mrs. How-To-Book.
While most of the time Kristen and I are faced with a [...]
(Note: This post includes childish information regarding bowel movements. Parental guidance is suggested.)
For the months leading up to our wedding, Kristen and I were on the Atkins diet. For me, it worked wonderfully, and I lost more than 30 pounds. But like most diets, behind that flattened stomach lay three months of terror and horror [...]
(I have to apologize: this isn’t one of my best posts. My lack of sleep and working three straight weekends have left me a shell of my former self. Hopefully, by actually not having to work this upcoming weekend, I’ll be able to recharge and get back into that Monkeypants way you all love tolerate [...]
Henry's favorite Dr. Seuss-family book. It has all the things a little boy would want in a story: drums, monkeys, and more drums. It's also become the potty book of choice, so we distract his pooping with a little drumming.
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