It’s sort of a cliche, but it’s one that rings very true. I didn’t know how much I was going to love Henry until I saw him for the first time (poo covered, naturally), and this love has only grown. I hope that every parent feels the same way, but I know it’s not true, [...]
A co-worker checked the blog today and said it looked strange. The header showed a repeating banner instead of just one; there was a large, white space between the header and the latest post; and Henry looked like Emmanuel Lewis. (Okay, that last one was a joke.) So, do you have these problems? Or does [...]
About 15 years ago, I watched a documentary on PBS about… something. I don’t really remember what they were analyzing, but I think it had something to do with the Cold War. (See how much I pay attention.) What I do remember about the show was there was a discussion among several suburban housewives talking [...]
If ever I’m suffering from low-blood pressure, I know that I can easily just log-on to the Internet, go to some newspaper’s site, and click on the comment section linked to a political story. Just by reading a few of these posts, voila! I’m healed. The problem with these inane authors is that they are [...]
“I don’t think I’m the kind of person who can stay at home all the time with a baby.” That was Kristen’s mantra for all the years we’ve been together, up to and including her pregnancy. “My God, how am I going to be able to go back to work with this baby here? I [...]
After nearly cutting my son’s leg in two, we (Kristen, me, you readers) all came to the conclusion that I’m the worst father in America. That much we can agree upon. I’m here to tell you that I’m also one of the worst friends in America. I must admit that I’ve been using this site [...]
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 [...]
(Although Kristen is feeling a bit strange, nothing yet.) One of the best things about living in a large city is that there is always something going on. One weekend it will be a big music festival (blues, jazz, rock), the next it will be a gigantic picnic stretching several blocks in a neighborhood (or [...]
As far as weather goes, Chicago is a strange city. It’s not that windy (contrary to its nickname), although a good breeze off the lake is common. It’s cold in the winter, but we don’t get much snow (the lake effect usually hits Indiana and Michigan much worse). It’s hot in the summer, however I [...]
I worry that we’re going to call him Barnabas instead of his real name.
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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