(A little late this month. Sorry.) Henry does not eat fruit. No strawberries or bananas or peaches. No apples or oranges or blueberries. Every time a piece of fruit crosses his lips, he spits it out. He doesn’t even chew it! Just spits it right out. It’s strange. Henry eats nearly anything and everything. (He [...]
On Saturday, I nearly punched a 4-year-old in the face. No, let me take that back. That sounds terrible. I just wanted to punch a 4-year-old in his face. Wait. That’s not what I meant. I wanted to punch a 4-year-old’s father in the face. Now, I’m not a violent person. But I suddenly became [...]
(Dear Readers: Raphe has been nagging me incessantly to write a post because he is too lazy to do it himself. Well, I am too lazy to do it myself, too. But I am not as stubborn as he. So here is a damn post, even though I would rather be reading or loafing right [...]
Last week Henry had his 18-month check-up. This is the last one where he has to go every three months, which I suppose is a good thing for him (fewer shots) and us (less exorbitant parking fees). The past several visits to the doctor (both his regularly scheduled ones and when he was sick), Henry [...]
(Sorry for so long between posts. Life, as usual, has just been crazy.) The city of Chicago has many problems, I can’t deny it. There is crime and corruption and deficits and it’s all going in the crapper. But this is pretty common for most large cities, so I don’t really pay much mind to [...]
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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