The only parenting activity in which I participate consistently is bath time. I put the 1, 3, and 5 year olds into the tub, wash chunks of dinner off their faces, remove the two girls, and then leave the boy by himself to do whatever it is that he insists on doing alone in the [...]
Posts under ‘Baby’
how she’s fared since coming out of the closet
Now that Lola is sharing a room with her 5-year-old sister (at some point, I might write a birthday post about Maddie’s turning 5 on July 16…just not today) instead of living in our closet, she’s advanced remarkably in her self-confidence, assertiveness, and mobility. No longer content to squall at unsuspecting realtors who discover her [...]
Chatterbox
We have ourselves a little chatterbox! Her language skills have exploded lately, and we’ve run a gamut of new words and phrases. At times she seems to be carrying on a conversation entirely by herself (or her little friend, Brobee). Words thus far (in English/ in Mia): doggie (same) cat (at) balloon (bahhloo) elephant (elfant) [...]
a year in the life of an unexpected infant
The news of your unexpected conception produced cries of “What the hell are we going to do now?” During Star Trek a year ago, you created contractions. Despite learning you weren’t as far along as we thought, we refused to return home, and your mom and I paced the wooden floors of Emory Hospital all [...]
$10 DIY Sandbox
Spring is in the air and the weather has certainly warmed up around here. Despite the insane amount of pollen, we have been hanging out on the deck at home and enjoying stretching out our toes and wearing short sleeves. We don’t have much in the way of “outdoor toys” for the little one since [...]
912 days without a golden shower!
This evening, as I was changing young Owen’s diaper for the 1200th time or so since his arrival 2.5 years ago, I thought: You know what? I haven’t been pissed on once! I am winning! Did y’all know there’s actually a product call “Pee-pee Teepees” (trademarked, by the way) to prevent getting a golden shower [...]
Baby hates furries
I noticed an ad on PBK’s site regarding live appearances with Peter Rabbit with story time, activities, etc. I thought this would be a nice excursion for us this weekend. We were actually the first ones to arrive, even before the store opened, and waited patiently with some coffee and Mia finding random open electrical [...]
how to make 100 new friends during a week in the tropics
First, finagle your way into another military-sponsored trip to a base in Hawaii.
Second, take an 8-month-old.
Third, pray said 8-month-old refrains from screaming during the 19 hours spent on airplanes. Simple!
We left on Sunday, a few hours before the Atlanta Snowpocalypse 2011 (leaving my mother in charge of three children who were out of school all [...]
a lesson
The last couple of mornings, Owen the 2-year-old has taken to crying and latching onto my leg when I pick up my briefcase and open the door leading to the garage. Today, we had this conversation:
Me: I have to go to work…let go!
Owen: No, Dad-dy, no!
Me: Quit being a pussyboy and cowboy up!
Owen: Horsey* now?
Me: [...]
they grow up so fast!
Instead of in a bassinet in our closet, baby Lola now sleeps in a Pack N Play!
In our closet.
Inside Out Day
Yesterday was Inside Out Day for the little one. She turned 9 months old – as long as she baked inside of me (plus a few more days, but who’s being nitpicky). I am constantly amazed at how awesome every single day is with her. She has grown so much: 17 pounds, 7 ounces, plus [...]
you’re 2! or, you were 2. like, 2 days ago.
I have it on good authority that dad blogs are supposed to contain letters to children on their birthdays. So, a few days after the fact, here’s a letter to the lone stemmed fruit of my loins:
Dear Owen,
I remember the day you were born. I was convinced there was no way in Hell you [...]
