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…)
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…)