One of my best friends when I was young, Chris Hegstrom, was left-handed. My aunt is also a lefty. Both are very creative (Chris musically and my aunt visually), and while my sample size is pretty small for this survey, I feel that lefties tend to have more creativity.
(If you don’t believe me, go to [...]
Henry’s smooches are a little… strange. He opens up his mouth — semi-smiles — and presses it up against your cheek or (for me) your nose and then slobbers.
For a couple of months, however, he stopped giving us smooches. Nothing. Kristen and I were going through withdrawal. We had to kiss each other, and while [...]
My iMac’s hard drive bit the dust last Friday night. One minute, Raphe was printing a mailing label, the next, the computer was hopelessly frozen. We had to unplug the thing to get it to shut down, and when we turned it back on, the blinking file-folder-with-a-question-mark-on-it-of-death popped up. All attempts at repairing the computer [...]
Last Sunday, we all went to the Renegade Craft Fair. What is that, you ask? Well, it’s a craft fair where urban hipsters go to buy ironic t-shirts for $25 (and other handmade stuff, although all equally overpriced and ironic).
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, it was in the mid-70s, and we [...]
I just don’t understand it.
Henry is sleeping through the night. Kristen puts him in his crib at around 7, he reaches for the stuffed bunny his uncle gave him, gives it a big hug, puts his butt in the air, and he’s out like a light until 6 the next morning. (He’ll wake up occasionally, [...]
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I didn’t know how badly I wanted a baby until I finally got one.
Henry has a sunny disposition. We all know this. His smile is proof.
The only time that he ever complains or gets a bit ornery is when a) he hungry (and can you blame him?) and b) when he’s tired. Those few minutes after his bath can get a bit difficult, with the diapering and the [...]
So, so busy. And while I’d love to write out a long post, I just don’t have the time nor the energy.
Instead, I’ll just write a few comments about what Henry’s been up to of late and then leave you with pictures (which is what you’re really interested in any way).
So…
Henry’s standing on his own [...]
I’m not much of a video game player any more. Before buying a Wii a year-and-a-half ago, the last system I owned was a Sega Genesis that I bought my senior year of college (lo many years ago), although I only owned one game (an ice hockey game that my best friend and I played [...]
As a father of nearly 54 weeks, I consider myself something of a parenting expert. (Stop laughing.)
One of the things that I’ve become quite adept at is guessing babies ages. Henry befriends a young lad on the playground and I’m immediately stating how many months old he is to his mother. (“About 14 months, right?” [...]
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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