I’ve mentioned in the past that Henry’s talking up a storm, and that’s really great because it has made for a smooth transition between baby-hood and toddler-hood. Many a tantrum has been nipped in the bud because we’ve been able to ask Henry what was wrong or what did he need or whether or not [...]
Have a pickle.
The street I grew up on in Bethlehem was very similar to the street we’re living on now. While Bethlehem was, obviously, much smaller than Chicago, they’re both old cities, with tree-lined streets and urban flora and fauna. In Bethlehem, the fauna included a bunch of rabbits (including several babies that my sister, Rachel, decided [...]
Look, I feel bad that Henry has been rejecting Raphe so much lately. I mean, I’m flattered that I’m the coolest person in his somewhat limited universe, but it’s painful to see the look on Raphe’s face when Henry rather pointedly states, “No want Daddy.” It’s worst at bedtime, when Henry, with some prompting, says, [...]
Henry is breaking my heart. As Kristen has risen to sainthood in his 22-month-old eyes, I have become a second-class citizen. He had always asked for Kristen when he woke up, even as I was standing in front of his crib. “Mommy?” he’ll ask. Yes, mommy. With facial hair and a not-so-pleasant smell. No, Henry, [...]
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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