original little hellraisers

 

dylan really likes them =)

i’ve been in complete denial about sending owen to preschool.  san francisco, like many cities, has waiting lists for their preschools, parents are advised to put there babies on waiting list when they are born.  some preschools even accept applications once you are pregnant.  it’s preschool?!   i just couldn’t bring myself to tour preschools when [...]

 
 
  kara “that’s a red onion”
  owen “no, it’s purple”           
 academy of sciences playroom 10/10/08

 
 
  “mama! i went pee pee on the tree!” 
  owen at the playground 10/12/08

it’s official, owen has graduated to underwear full time!  i had my own concerns about moving him to underwear when we went out of the house and at night, but he’s been consistently telling us he needs to go and been staying dry during naps and all night long.  so bye bye diapers, owen is [...]

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, [...]

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 feel [...]

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.  owen procrastinates getting [...]

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 to [...]

you: mid to late twenties grad student.  focusing on child psychology.  you had short-red hair, spent your time reading and talking to me.
me: 2 year old boy with monkey sweatshirt.
you left without saying goodbye.  i wept into the throne that was your chair.