Ten days ago, Kristen, Henry, and I flew down to Tampa to visit Henry’s grandfather and great-grandmother. Fun was had by all. Let me elucidate. Things that were great: The weather. Sure, it was only in the upper 70s and the water temperature was chilly, but after months of cold and dreariness here in Chicago, [...]
Kristen’s still working on getting all the Florida pictures together (we got home on Tuesday), but I promised you all something on Henry’s first swimming class. So here it is. I wrote earlier about my experience signing up Henry for this class, and two Saturdays ago (the day before Easter), he had his first lesson. [...]
We are in Florida right now. We flew down Thursday morning (a 7:00 am flight — what was I thinking?) and are returning to Chicago on Tuesday afternoon. We’ve taken plenty of pictures, but we forgot the cord that connects the camera to the computer, so you’ll have to wait until we get back to [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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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