A common insult around the rough and surly world of Rogers Park is “You Suck!” What follows is usually a throw down. However, I can say with complete confidence that Henry does not suck. He does, however, blow. Let me explain. Henry has several different type of sippy cups. For the most part, he gets [...]
Sunday night was hard on us all. Henry, all wound up after a fun playdate with Talia, fell asleep easily at his usual 7:00 p.m. bedtime, but then woke up howling every two hours between 10:30 p.m. and 7 a.m. We’d calm him down and get him back to sleep, and each time he’d wake [...]
Henry looks like Kristen, Kristen’s father, Kristen’s brother, Kristen’s grandmother… everyone related to Kristen. He looks (at the moment, at least) nothing like me. (Except when he’s sleeping; then he’s a spitting image of ol’ dad.) I’m not so worried about this because he changes his looks more often than Bela Lugosi. But it has [...]
I always try my hardest not to exaggerate when talking about Henry and Kristen. (I’ll wait while you pick yourself up off the floor. Back? Good.) But this past weekend I was more nervous than I have been in more than 9 months. Why, you ask? Well, Kristen abandoned us went on a short overnight [...]
About six weeks ago, my friend Jodi’s fiancee emailed me asking if I’d like to surprise Jodi with a visit for her birthday. This was at the height of OMG! Swine Flu!! madness and I dragged my feet a little bit before committing because I was terrified of getting sick (and thereby getting Henry sick). [...]
Henry visited the doctor on Monday for his 9-month check-up. Our son is long — 29 inches — and just under 20 pounds (19 lbs 6 oz to be exact), but a pin prick to his pointer finger showed that he has slightly low iron. What does this mean? Well, nothing much, except that he [...]
Henry is not yet old enough to feel any peer pressure. (Being just nine months old can be limiting, you know.) But it doesn’t mean that he, unwittingly, can’t be part of it. What does this have to do with Henry’s third (and final) girlfriend? Let me explain. I met Zoe’s mother a few years [...]
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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