Barnabas Monkeypants

If you’ve ever wondered to yourself, “Who are those weiners who actually use the grocery cart with the plastic car stuck on the front?”, I’ve got your answer: FYI, we managed to make it home without the $8 butterfly balloon, but just barely.

Henry has mastered the skill of “milking it”. About a week and a half ago, while running down the street, he tripped and skinned his knee. It was a pretty big owie (as we’re wont to call them), and there was a little blood and a lot of tears. The tears stopped after a minute [...]

Have a pickle.

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, [...]

(Sorry for so long between posts. We’ve all been sick.) As I’ve mentioned in the past, Henry tends to sweat a lot. Like father, like son. While this really doesn’t seem to make his life any better or worse (other than it helps make his hair nice and curly in the back), it does make [...]

Henry is right-handed. He holds his crayons with his right hand, throws things with his right hand, and picks his nose with his pointer finger of his right hand. The only thing he doesn’t do with his right hand is shovel food into his face. Of late, he’s been very unhappy with anyone else feeding [...]

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 [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]