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 was [...]
(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 it. (Crapper [...]
The standard uniform of the young urban hipster is very skinny jeans, an ironic t-shirt, and sunglasses from the early 80s. To a man, I want to punch each and every one of them.
Because I’m not a completely terrible person (and I’d rather not get arrested), I haven’t actually done any of the brawling. But [...]
Raphe and I used to talk about keeping a log of all the words Henry says, but we quickly gave that idea up because Henry seems to know another word or two every day. Off the top of my head, here’s a short list of Henry’s greatest hits:
Eat More Again Open Go Sing
Read [...]
Henry is a lovable, likable, and altogether wonderful. We all know that. He’s won national awards for this.
But of late, his great personality sometimes turns to grumpy or crabby … perhaps even surly. He will not eat his dinner. He refuses to nap. And for the past couple of weeks, he’s had nothing to do [...]
Kristen has made, over the past several years, countless false and scandalous accusations that I, as a child, had a mullet. This has led to many disagreements between us, because, as everyone knows, I never had nor I never will have a mullet. You see, she once saw a picture of me as a 14-year-old [...]
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, [...]
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, [...]
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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