Ellie and I met a very sweet little boy at the park today, who I’ll call “James.” He climbed on the merry-go-round with us and promptly informed us that he was 4, but “I be 5 on my next birf-day.” My daughter is 2 and 1/2, and he seemed very kind to her.
Later, I saw him playing with a group of mostly older boys, probably aged 5 – 8. (It’s Spring Break here.) They were dividing into teams for some game when I heard James explain to an older boy: “No! You only get 1 shot wif a sniper [rifle]. I had RPG [rocket-propelled grenade launcher] so I got you.” (more…)
Time flies. Here it is 2019, and I haven’t posted anything. I’m sure you’re aghast, clearly unable to continue life and productive endeavours until I update my blog. Well, rest easy, Somewhat-Infrequent Reader. I got you covered.
And to First-Time Readers, this is how it usually works around here. The blog is fairly low on the priority list and thus is only updated when (A) There’s big news; (B) I get a twinge of nerdy excitement about esoteric topics; or (C) I’m overcome by the urge to overshare online. In this case, it’s option C. (more…)
After Our First Hotel Stay With a Four Month Old:
“Sleep is what other people get when they take vacations.”
Spring is in the air: the trees are budding, weeds have executed their annual hostile takeover of my yard, and my daughter just turned four months old. It’s a wonderful time.
Now that I’ve been a full-time father flying solo for about six weeks, I thought it would be interesting to give you a glimpse at my average weekday.*
- Her hand
- Her bib or whatever clothes she happens to be wearing
- Dad’s hand
- Any toys within reach
Not a food group, and therefore not welcome in her mouth: Pacifier.
Today was my wife’s first day back at work after her maternity leave. That means it’s also my very first day as a full-time dad. (more…)
My apologies for the lack of posting lately (though I’m not sure if anyone is reading this blog yet!). I do have a third part in my Adulting So Hard series about half drafted, but want to spend more time on it before it goes up.
It’s been a strange time in my life. My days always end up filled, yet I never quite know where the day went. I have no idea what day it is if it’s not Sunday (when I go to church) because I have no standing appointments or obligations the other days of the week. So I thought it would be interesting to account for how I’m spending my time. In rough order (most-to-least time spent):
My daughter is now nearly six weeks old. Like any well-adjusted, mature little person, she has developed a set of desires and preferences, both positive and negative. Here are some of hers.
Welcome to my website! I’d like to open the blog with a bit of backstory, which I’m going to call “Prologue” simply because it sounds more impressive and writerly. (Or at least more pretentious.) Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.