The pediatrician practice Henry goes to has four different doctors. Until now, we’ve seen two of them, his primary doctor, Dr. Cahan, and the other most senior doctor, Dr. Weinstein. Both are different sorts of guys: one is a little brusque and the other is a more touchy feely. (Both are excellent.) Today, for Henry’s [...]
We like old stuff. Vintage stuff. Our house is full of old furniture, comic books, clothing, and knick knacks that usually elicit strange responses from people who first come into our place. (What is that exactly? And where did you get it?) I think if I could live at any other time, it would be [...]
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…
(No baby yet.) Now, with that out of the way, I have a funny story for you. As much of an egomaniac this blog may make me seem, I am pretty humble. Honest. Here’s an example. For the past year, I’ve been taking writing classes at the Second City Training Center, which is the school [...]
Kristen and I bought our condo just over two years ago. For the most part, it was move-in ready, although we did do some painting and wallpapering. For the first 18 months or so, all the work we’d dome was mostly minor — barely cosmetic. However, since things started ramping up for Barnabas, we’ve been [...]
First off, my apologies to our “fan,” Caroline, who lives not in Grays but in Colchester, a good 40 miles away. All was not bad, however, as I was able to cancel my Grays Athletic t-shirt and replace it with a Colchester United — The U’s — order. I’m hoping that Caroline can start our [...]
Okay. Another pithy, “Wow-I’ve-never-heard-that-before!” statement: Having a baby is expensive. It’s almost like opening up a store. (Ah, retail as a simile for parenting.) The start-up costs are huge. You have to buy fixtures (crib, dresser), gussy the place up (painting), stock up your merchandise before the first customer comes in the store (onesies, bedding, [...]
I’ve determined that every parent (or parent to be) has one somewhat irrational thing that makes them go crazy. For some people, it’s going organic. Everything has to be organic. OH, MY GOD, POLYESTER JUST TOUCHED MY CHILD’S SKIN! PUT THEM IN THE SCRUBBER! For other people, it’s CIA-like monitoring of the baby’s every move. [...]
This was a really good weekend. Why, you ask? Let me elucidate: 1. I put the crib and dresser together. This is a momentous achievement seeing as how, if Kristen were to give birth to Barnabas today (which is not a good thing and we don’t want to happen), he would have a place to [...]
Still no pictures of the green walls… Kristen is lax in her duties. But in the meantime, I’d like to continue my tirade against Wal-Mart. You see, I’m going to admit something that I’m not proud of. It has torn my insides apart and keeps me up at night in fitful contemplation. Okay, here it [...]
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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