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
My kid already knows how to work the power seat. He’s gripping both arms of the chair like he’s Donald Trump in the board room. And that look of annoyance? It’s the kind of annoyance that comes with a feeling of superiority…and being forced to wear seersucker. It’s as if he’s saying, “I might be drooling
We started giving David some solids. Over the past few days he’s had avocado, potato and banana. He LOVES it. It’s wigged out his digestive system, though. He went from pooping three or so times a day to…zero. I’ve heard this is normal, and that when his system decides to move it will MOVE. I
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
Reading outside with daddy.
We drank wine, ate chocolate, and played cards into the wee hours of Christmas Eve. Two notes to accurately set the scene: 1) That small plate of chocolate does not represent the amount of chocolate consumed. The measurement was “brick”. We ate a brick of chocolate. Before the night was over, we were putting chocolate
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It’s Thursday and I’m still posting about the weekend. We did a lot: 1. Dawg reunion 2. Learned to roll over 3. Jingle Bell 5k 4. We got a Christmas tree! We had a busy weekend. With so much going on, it helps to be organized, and the Tom and Amanda branch of the Krieger
Tom accomplished a lot this weekend. Marathon: CheckThirtieth birthday: Check And just as a quick side note, I’m SO glad I didn’t run the 8k. Tom’s race started at 8am, so we were up bright and early to cheer him on. Here we are at mile 4 — waiting for the pack. For all the
Unless you count my daily bowl of cereal, this is the first thing I’ve cooked since David was born. Fried potatoes, yummmm… My dad always ate these for breakfast. It’s a good thing, too, because otherwise I wouldn’t know how to make them, and my husband LOVES fried potatoes for breakfast. So Saturday morning I