There is nothing better than watching Henry develop as a little person. Each time he does something new, I want to give him a cake and buy him presents and give him a big hug. (Usually, he just gets the hug.)
But with each new thing that he learns, there are always bumps in the road [...]
For Henry’s first birthday (lo those many months ago), we bought a big cake for the guests and a big cupcake for the birthday boy. This worked out well (though the big cake was too big and the big cupcake wasn’t big enough to satisfy Henry’s baked-goods appetite).
We got the cakes at the Swedish Bakery, [...]
On Wednesday, I flew out to New Jersey — to my company’s home office — for a planning session.
Now a significant part of my job is traveling, and each year I have to go on around 12 business trips. The bad thing about these trips is that it takes me away from Kristen and Henry. [...]
I don’t know when this happened, but out of nowhere, Henry is running. While he’s no Carl Lewis (does that date me a bit?), he has decided that walking just isn’t good enough and he needs to go, go, go as fast as he can, wherever he can, whenever he can.
It’s great to watch him [...]
As Kristen and I have both written lately, Henry was eating everything in sight. Any foodstuff within arm’s reach was quickly gobbled up with a cry of “eat! eat! eat!” While that has subsided (he’s back to his standard meals and snacks), the outcome of the gorging has finally arrive.
Henry’s clothes suddenly no longer fit.
Yesterday, [...]
My last two years of college, I lived in apartments pretty far away from campus, first on the edge of Shadyside and East Liberty and later in Friendship (yes, that was the name of the neighborhood). The University of Pittsburgh is in Oakland, which was a 45 minute walk or 15 minute bus ride away, [...]
Kristen and I have written about Henry’s pants problem numerous times, but if you’re a new reader (ha! fooled you! like we get new readers), here’s the gist of it:
Henry’s tall, lankiness has made it difficult for his pants to stay up, and we’ve had to resort to rolling his pants at the waist to [...]
Year in reviews tend to be a bit schmaltzy and usually include some sort of photo montage of people who’ve died. I’ve started and deleted and edited and started this post again and again and again, and I can’t seem to find the right things to say.
I mean, I don’t know if Henry will have [...]
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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