Raphe and I have a ridiculous game (if you can really call it that) we sometimes play in the car on the way home from work: when there’s a lull in the conversation, one of us says, “Guess how many people are in Harold’s?”And then we each throw out a number. There is almost always [...]
While Henry still rejects fruit like a nudist rejects underpants. Meaning, we can buy it for him all we want, but when push comes to shove, he’s naked. That really didn’t make any sense… Anyway, fruit aside Henry loves to eat, and is getting pretty good at the spooning and forking and general shoveling. He’s [...]
Although I’ve never written one, I assume that writing (and drawing) children’s books are not easy. I make that assumption because so many that I’ve read are really, really terrible. And the few that aren’t terrible, are often not really books for kids at all. I mean, I love J. Otto Seibold’s books (Mr. Lunch [...]
We’d like to think that Henry is advanced in everything that he does. (He is my son, you know.) But it’s not true. He’s definitely nap delayed. What’s that, you ask? Well, when most babies his age were at three naps, he was at four (or sometimes five). When he finally dropped to three naps, [...]
Moments later Henry was shouting “MY TURN! MY TURN!” and trying to wedge himself in CC’s little house.
Lately, when Henry wants something, he says it over and over and over again. Just in case we didn’t hear it the first 36 times, I suppose. The funny thing is, he’ll say “Cup? Cup! CUPPY!” or “Zip? Zip! ZIPPY!” or “Try? Try! TRY-EEE!” or “Mama? Mama! MAMA-EEE!” Whatever works, right? *** Henry had several [...]
Henry’s gotten pretty good at telling us when he has to poop. “I fart,” he says, and we shuffle him over to the potty. While on the potty, Henry, like most males of our species, enjoys a book or magazine. (My mother got him a subscription to a kids’ animal magazine, and he likes looking [...]
I spent the past weekend in the beautiful city of Seattle. It actually is pretty nice — weather notwithstanding. It’s walkable, there plenty of outdoorsy-type things to do nearby, it has a nifty market near the water, and spawned some good bands 20 years ago. That’s right, mindless kids flocking to Seattle! Grunge is over! [...]
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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