At one point in my life, I was skinny. Tall, gangly, uncoordinated, friends in college lovingly called me a big piece of spaghetti.
(These were some of my best friends, too.)
While I’ve filled out quite a bit since then, I’m still pretty uncoordinated and still tall.
So what does this have to do with Henry? Well, on [...]
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There were 5 small children at the party. (Henry, Talia [a.k.a., girlfriend #2], Tallen, and Austin were there for the first few hours, and then, after everyone left, Zoe [a.k.a, girlfriend #3] and her parents arrived. She had a late nap. Girlfriend #1 was on vacation and couldn’t make it; [...]
Just as I spent a good week and a half writing about our vacation to Massachusetts and Maine, there will be several posts about Saturday. What was Saturday, you ask? Why the greatest first birthday party ever! (Disclaimer: I make this claim in the non-pony category. Any birthday party that involves pony rides trumps this [...]
This is going to be a sappy one today. Just a warning.
One year (and 10 hours) ago, Henry arrived into this world with all the fanfare that would accompany a boy of his impeccable lineage. There were trumpets blaring. They dimmed the lights for 5 seconds in the city of Chicago. The Queen of England [...]
This is birthday week for Henry, meaning he’ll be lavished with presents and kisses and hugs and cake. Pretty much a standard week, actually.
I’ve been reminiscing a bit the past few days, looking at old pictures and videos. (If you’d like to look at some yourself, see some pictures here and videos here.) And every [...]
I want you to scroll down to the last post and check out the first picture of Henry. I’m talking about the one of him with the Batman t-shirt (a gift from his aunt).
What do you see?
Do you see a little baby? Because I don’t. I see a toddler. And it’s killing me.
I hate to [...]
Henry’s approved food list has expanded in the past week. He’s eaten and enjoyed a ground turkey-pasta mixture, some provolone cheese, watermelon, and much more.
Of course, none of them can compare with his new favorite food. That would be, of course, cake.
Now I love cake. Kristen loves cake. Heck, everyone loves cake. But Henry adores [...]
The recent death of John Hughes, who (shudder) helped define my generation, got me thinking.
No, not about my own mortality, people. I’m morbid, but not that morbid. (Not yet at least.) I was thinking about how what we’ve all seen as something great, something earth shattering, something timeless, quickly becomes not-so-great, dull, and dated as [...]
Henry is a boy.
We all know this. He’s got that fancy Y chromosome. He’s got the boy parts.
But above and beyond the physical stuff, he’s a boy on the inside, too.
He likes cars. He likes mud. He likes smashing things and putting dirty things in his mouth. He likes balls and is ready to start [...]
One last post on our vacation. And this one has to do with one of Kristen’s favorite subjects. That would, of course, be bugs.
I’m no fan of bugs, but if I see one crawling around the bathroom (the favorite haunt of the many legged ones), I’ll grab some toilet paper and go smooshing. If Kristen [...]
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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