Like most first-time parents, Kristen and I have bought and read countless books, magazines, web sites, and pamphlets (yes, pamphlets!) about having a baby. Some are really good and informative and help out a lot, but others are either a big waste of time or full of information that I, as a worrier, really shouldn’t [...]
Every time I look at Henry, something is new. His eyes look a little different. His chin. His legs are a little chubbier, his toes are a little longer. Instead of staring into what seems like nothingness, he stares back at me. He makes funny faces and even funnier noises. If my face gets too [...]
Remember The Shining? How Jack Nicholson’s character goes completely nuts after being cooped up in a large hotel for the winter? Remember what happened to Scatman Crothers? Well, while Kristen is not going to be going after Henry and I with an axe any time soon, she is pretty stir crazy. And I can’t blame [...]
Yesterday was a tough day. Henry was fussy for about 12 straight hours, never really wanting to sleep, not having a good feed (just small snacks every hour or so), and crying for no reason. I don’t want to complain (so I won’t), because it was our first time that both Kristen and I seemed [...]
Kristen is a furnace. During the winter (and summer), her body emanates about 4 kilocalories (or 16,736 joules for you who use the International System of Units) of heat per second. Frankly, I blame her personally for much of global warming and the melting of the polar ice caps. When snuggling in bed, I can [...]
There is a great set of photos that Kristen’s father has hanging in his house. In them, there are half-a-dozen different shots of Kristen (KMart portrait studios, she assures me), and while it’s obvious it’s from the same session (her hair and dress are the same in all the pictures), somehow she has a different [...]
(Yesterday, as you may have read, Kristen had a rather… aggressive exam by her doctor, one that she suspected would cause some discomfort later in the day. Remember that; it’s important.) My friend Barb called me at work yesterday, asking about what was happening with Kristen and her lack of timely birthing. I explained what [...]
We’re at the hospital. Kristen’s good and drugged, and I’m hyper as a 6-year-old on birthday cake and ice cream. More to come…
(I think he’s moving the wrong way, crawling up into Kristen’s lungs. I’m serious. He never wants to come out.) We went to the doctor’s today, a post-due-date-what’s-happening visit. I went along to assuage some of my worries (most of which are too frightening to post on the blog), but also to get the details [...]
Yesterday was the due date, and, if you haven’t realized yet, still no baby. I’m really trying to think of something funny or clever to write, but I can’t. Kristen’s still uncomfortable, I’m still anxious, and the cats are still nuts. Our friend Jodi flew in yesterday from Boston, thinking that she would be helping [...]
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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