What a weekend. Yes, there was turkey and filling and creamed spinach (which, while appealing not in the least to me, is a big hit for everyone else). There was family (Kristen’s brother and his girlfriend flew in from Brooklyn). And there was Super-nanny Silvia (because what’s a Romanian girl to do on Thanksgiving day?). [...]
Yesterday I took Henry in for his 15-month physical. (I think that makes it about 243 times we’ve been to that office in the past 450 days, although I think that’s about standard nowadays.) Up until now, Henry has been okay with the whole experience. He happily plays with the doctor and the stethoscope and [...]
When I was 12 years old, I first read about the San Diego Comicon. The largest comic book convention in the nation, it was the mecca of comic book collectors, and for the past 25 years, I’ve wanted to go. I’ve dreamed of going. On several occasions I even made tentative plans. For whatever reason [...]
As you can see, I’ve changed the site a little bit. I’m going to be working on it for the rest of the weekend, so there may be times when things look even stranger. I liked the old look, but some people were having issues with the columns, and as much as I tried to [...]
Sunday evening after we got home from Target, Henry spent about ten minutes running around stark naked. We’d stripped him down and sat him on his potty hoping he’d go, but instead he hauled himself to his feet and took his book for an extended and very giddy spin around the playroom (née dining room). [...]
I don’t know if I was an adventurous eater as a child, but as an adult, I’ll pretty much eat anything that isn’t mayonnaise laden or too heavily dairy. Kristen also eats just about everything, although with some things (sushi, BBQ) it takes some cajoling before she tries it and, eventually, eating everyone else’s dinner. [...]
Super-nanny Silvia was born and raised in Romania. (Transylvania to be accurate. Yes, that Transylvania.) And while she was a very young girl when Nicolae Ceauşescu (known mostly for his 30-year brutal reign of power and that funky little tail on the “s” in his last name) was removed from power, Romania in the first [...]
This past weekend was gloriously warm both Saturday and Sunday, so we took the opportunity to spend lots of time outside with Henry. We played at the park, ate ice cream, and goofed around. It was sublime.
…that I wanted to wake up Henry at 11:30 at night to tell him that the Yankees won the World Series? Because, you know, he’s a big fan of the Bronx Bombers. And cheese. A huge fan of cheese.
The building our apartment is in is about 70 years old. As such, we have such luxurious amenities as indoor plumbing and walls that generally stay standing. It’s actually a pretty solid building, and over the past few years, it’s gotten a new roof, tuck-pointing, and new windows. The one thing it doesn’t have is [...]
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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