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 [...]
I worry that he won’t love me as much as I love him.
I worry that he’s going to have my artistic talent and Kristen’s singing talent. (If you’ve seen me draw or heard Kristen sing, well… I’m very, very sorry you had to experience that.)
I worry that he’s going to hate cats and/or the cats will hate him.
I mentioned in an earlier post about how I’m worrying all the time about Barnabas. I figured it’d be worth it to start listing these completely irrational and inconsequential worries here, so you all can see how nuts I am. So here it goes… I worry that he’s going to grow up with a Chicago [...]
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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