Last year our families ran the Drumstick Dash 5k in Roanoke. It was a fun race, but this year we decided to skip the crowds and traffic and spend Thanksgiving morning like most Americans; sitting on the couch saving all our energy for the exhaustion of digesting turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. We spent
Today is Tom’s birthday. Tom would probably appreciate it if, instead of using David’s naptime to write this post, I cleaned my house and prepped dinner. Instead of a clean house and dinner simmering on the stove, Tom will come home to Cheerios all over the living room floor and his wife frantically cooking with
What does a dragon say? Rooooooaaaaaaar! Once Tom taught David what dragons say, he roared the entire time we trick-or-treated. Check out these two guys. It took a Halloween miracle to get them to sit still in that wagon and look at the camera. It’s amazing to see how much they’ve grown since last year.
Today is Halloween, and I didn’t even have a chance to get excited because we all spent the past week preparing to get blown away by Hurricane Sandy (which didn’t happen, and my pansies are fine). This year we’re going trick-or-treating with David’s cousins Caleb and Berkley Grace. Since this is our second year, I
I put David in his red diaper and blue hat with all of his red and blue toys and plopped him in his pool to wish everyone a very happy 4th of July. [David was leaning over the edge of the pool and splashing, which caused lots of water to spill, and drenched our towel.
When my grandma (my dad’s mom) met David for the first time, she asked if Tom helped change diapers. She told me that her husband, my grandfather, never changed diapers. Are you kidding me? Tom is a diaper-changing specialist. He changed almost all of David’s diapers for the first two weeks of his life, and
It’s almost Father’s Day. I bought Tom’s gifts over a month ago, and I’ve been excited about them since, I dunno? Maybe January? His gift is not at all practical, nothing he asked for and have nothing to do with being a father. And I think he’s going to love it. To give the gift
Memorial Day weekend already seems so long ago. It was just a week ago, 1/41 of David’s life. I specify the exact amount because David is suddenly very specific about the way he spends his time, and a point he’s been trying to make for most of his 41 (now 42) weeks was finally drilled
David’s bath time routine looks like this: Tom and I both bathe David, and when we’re done Tom lifts David out of the bath then hands him to me. I wrap him in a towel, then hand him back to Tom. Tom bundles him a little more, then takes him to the changing table to
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the