Last year I had most of December off from work. This meant that I took care of Henry while Kristen had fun at her job (oh, yes… fun). And while I love that boy more than anything, I have to admit that watching a 4-month-old for 12 straight hours isn’t that exciting.
There were a lot [...]
What a weekend.
Yes, there was turkey and filling and creamed spinach (which, while appealing not in the least to me, is a big hit for everyone else).
There was family (Kristen’s brother and his girlfriend flew in from Brooklyn).
And there was Super-nanny Silvia (because what’s a Romanian girl to do on Thanksgiving day?).
But most of all, [...]
It’s probably no exaggeration to say that Henry is the most popular guy at the Kennebunkport resort we’re staying in. Yesterday alone, he charmed the teenaged wait staff of the hotel restaurant (we could hear them chatting amongst themselves about “Baby Henry”), the people sitting at all the tables surrounding ours at breakfast (including one [...]
About six weeks ago, my friend Jodi’s fiancee emailed me asking if I’d like to surprise Jodi with a visit for her birthday. This was at the height of OMG! Swine Flu!! madness and I dragged my feet a little bit before committing because I was terrified of getting sick (and thereby getting Henry sick). [...]
I got several emails about last week’s post about being tired, so I thought a little follow-up discussing how being tired has affected our marriage was in order.
Let me just say this: when you’re exhausted you don’t always have time for the social grease that makes normal interpersonal relationships run smoothly. Things quickly go from [...]
(Note: This post includes childish information regarding bowel movements. Parental guidance is suggested.)
For the months leading up to our wedding, Kristen and I were on the Atkins diet. For me, it worked wonderfully, and I lost more than 30 pounds. But like most diets, behind that flattened stomach lay three months of terror and horror [...]
I don’t ask for much.
I want Henry’s first steps to be going in my direction, I want him to thank me when he accepts his Nobel Prize, and I want his first word to be “Da-da.” Well, the first two can still happen, but I’ve lost out on the last.
That’s because this morning, at 5:45, [...]
(Another post about poop, so if you’re not so inclined, you can skip it and just read the last one about how much I love Henry.)
On Sunday Kristen was knocked on her butt with a nasty stomach bug, so bad that it didn’t really improve and she stayed home from work yesterday. (I’m sure she [...]
A few clarifications and updates on previous posts.
Yes, there’s a good chance we’re going to try and have a second child. Kristen and I love Henry, and even with all the “cons” out there, the “pros” definitely outweigh them and we’re leaning heavily toward making him a big brother. It’s just that I don’t really [...]
I am loathe to admit it, but I’m a little superstitious. Every day I put my left sock on first, then my right, then my left shoe, and finally my right. Every day. I know that it doesn’t mean anything, that if I put the right sock on first, the world isn’t going to end, [...]
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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