Archive for September, 2008

oh, september (recap)

dylan: you’re well adjusting to our crazy, impatient and massively disorganized world (lives!) in realizing that the very survival of your little self depends on your mother, you’ve begun to coo at her (and other important women in our life).  drag them in with your cuteness and them, blammo!, you’ll get a free meal.  well, [...]

thanks for the night out, all i can say is…

porn for new moms

adventures in babysitting

i did it.  i made it through the evening with two kids and no wife to be found.  all in all, except for about 15 minutes of pure fear-of-it-all-unravelling, it went pretty smoothly. kara left and said, ‘don’t call me.’  and then she called me like 4 times.  i [...]

the best and worst time of the day

the best = nap time owen will nap around 3 hours and dylan will usually be asleep 1 to 2 hours during that time also. the worst = bedtime even though the routine is similar to nap time with the addition of baths it’s an absolute nightmare!  no one has any patience left at this point.  [...]

what a gem…

…dylan is just about perfect.  i mean, sure, he cries from time to time, but he also lets us take him to the loudest pizza parlor in town where we get comped a pitcher of beer and are told to take as much time as we want while a line forms outside… not a peep. [...]

the power of bribery

i did it.  i bribed owen into the final steps of potty training.  i bribed him with M & M’s to go pee in the toilet. wednesday afternoon, owen refused to put his diaper or pants on.  he pretty much peed all over the house.  so i decided to bribe him with M & M’s to [...]

the little things we learned the second time…

…if you pump dylan’s legs, you can make him fart.  it’s true — it makes him smile (either it’s really funny or he feels *so* much better — or both).  oh, and it’s hilarious. …if you rub between his eyes he’ll fall asleep.  like taming a shark or something. …you don’t need *all* those 0-3 [...]

“mama… stop it, no singing!” owen

built to spill…

…makes my wife lactate.  that’s weird.  and that’s rock and roll.

oh august (recap)

dylan: what an incredible month.  you were born in record time, by your nearly bionic mother.  since then, you’ve spent the month sleeping it off.  you don’t cry much or make too much fuss.  you have broken out in an incredible amount of baby acne. we think it is the testosterone.  we think you’re going [...]