In the span of a couple months two summers ago, two of our cats (Betty and Sonja) had to be put to sleep. Francis, our third cat, was lonely, and we felt that it was our duty to find him a new friend, to help him stay young and spry.
So we went down the street [...]
Kristen is the photographer in the family. Where I barely have the ability to point the camera and press the button so that something resembling a picture appears, she knows how to frame things and when is the right moment for the best image and when the flash is needed or not.
(Side note: The next [...]
You thought Raphe was just being funny when he said Henry ate sand, didn’t you?
Henry still wakes up in the middle of the night about 5 out of 7 days each week. It can happen anywhere between 11:30 and 3:00 in the morning. When we hear him crying, Kristen will shove me and I’ll trudge back to his room to get him.
(By the way, it’s not real crying. There [...]
One of the things that people are most surprised about with Henry is his early bedtime. He usually is asleep before 7:30 (and more often than not 7:00). Now, this isn’t really our choice. By 6:00, he’s starting to rub his eyes and tug at his ears (sure signs of sleepiness), and as we dry [...]
Yesterday was Henry’s 10-month birthday and my first Father’s Day. (We had donuts to celebrate.)
Overall, it was a great day and weekend, somewhat dampened by the cold that Henry was fighting (and losing). Friday night his sniffles turned to an all-out mucus fest, and he spent most of the time moaning in his sleep. Saturday [...]
It is my fervent wish that Henry grows up to be just like his dad. The world needs more people like Raphe in it.
Every day this week, either Kristen or I have looked at Henry and exclaimed (to no one in particular), “He’s changed again! He looks completely different! He’s getting too big! Why am I yelling?”
Other than crawling (which he’s yet to master), the biggest change in Henry of late has been his appetite. Early on, he [...]
Henry crawled for the first time on Sunday.
To Cecil, of course.
It wasn’t a very long crawl (only about 4 strides), but it was very exciting. We were out in the living room and Henry was sitting and staring at the cat. He plopped down on all fours, squealed, and headed off to grab hold of [...]
We spoil Henry rotten.
There, I said it.
And, really, every parent/grandparent/aunt/uncle spoils babies, and if they don’t, they should. Look, we’re not buying Henry a gold, diamond-laden rattle (not yet anyway), but when we see something that looks like it would be fun for him, we fork over the cash. And he loves this stuff, so [...]
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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