Barnabas Monkeypants

Moments later Henry was shouting “MY TURN! MY TURN!” and trying to wedge himself in CC’s little house.

My deepest apologies for no posts the last few days. The holiday weekend was full and then work has taken over (so much so that I’m still at it now at nearly 11 in the evening). But I did want to clarify a few points I’ve made the last few entries on the  blog. The [...]

In the span of a couple months two summers ago, two of our cats (Betty and Sonja) had to be put to sleep. Francis, our third cat, was lonely, and we felt that it was our duty to find him a new friend, to help him stay young and spry. So we went down the [...]

Today is Kristen’s first Mother’s Day as an actual mother. (She’s had quite a few without, naturally.) I try and tell her every day what a great person, wife, and mother she is, and, well, everyone knows it. Especially Henry. One of the great fears we have is that, because Henry spends so much time [...]

There is a routine in the house. It’s a chaotic routine, one that changes as much as it stays the same, but for the most part things are going well. Henry still decides that being fussy from 6:30 to 10:00 every evening is part of that routine, and we’re trying to break him of that [...]

I’m never sure when to get worried about the baby, whether something is worthy of worsening my impending ulcer or not, so I pretty much worry about everything. EVERYTHING. On Saturday morning, I was worrying because Henry hadn’t had a poop for more than 24 hours. All I could think of was a clogged innard [...]

About 3 weeks ago, Kristen lost the ability to comfortably lie on her back. For all the things that her body is going through (and there are a lot), I empathize most with this. I don’t sleep on my back myself, but it’s still a very good position when reading or relaxing or getting into [...]

While a neurosurgeon, astronaut, or hockey player are still the top 3 professions for our young Barnabas, I think football kicker will be a close number 4. According to Kristen, he’s got the jimmy legs, constantly pounding the inside of her uterus with ferocious leg whips, which she’s felt for the past several weeks. Along [...]

In 1992, near the beginning of my junior year of college, a young woman who a friend was madly in love with but who instead loved me (unrequited) stole a kitten from a local ASPCA and gave it to me. (I had no idea that it was stolen; I thought she had paid the $50 [...]