[poop-nah-mee] noun - A horrible wave produced by your child that will not be contained by something so simple as a diaper. Most likely this will (...)
Where to even start? It has been a week since we got back to Florina and getting settled back in has taken longer than I thought it would. It shouldn't be a surprise I suppose, it has been four months. Nothing says, "I'm a new parent" like having all of your well laid plans dashed to the ground while having to make new ones up while juggling five other new plans.
Yup, these things come more and more each (...)
Usually the morning routine is just that, routine. I wake up listen. I listen in the same way that a hunter perched up in a tree stand will, in absolute silence. It is not the soft whisper of a coat brushing through the weeds but instead I am listening for the sound of a foot pushing the blanket aside. You can hear it is you are quiet enough. Try to judge the distance between awake and mostly asleep.
Today I would like to talk about someone that was very dear to me. While he was not my father, I did learn many things from him over the course of my life and his. I guess it made me think that there will be many children that might look at me and feel the same way someday. So today is about my Uncle Richard, whose middle name my son proudly wears.
04:15:12 AM - A horrible sound chews into my dreams. I resist...
04:17:58 AM - I spring up from bed and am on my feet before fully awake.
04:18:01 AM - After bouncing off of the wall, dog and dresser I realize that (...)
Well, it is official, the kid is growing up. This morning we decided it wasn't just poor snaps and a wardrobe malfunction, it is that James is just getting too big for his pj's. I have a feeling it is always the ones that mommy or daddy got special for them that is first to go. No real data as to why, just perhaps one of those things.
I think the (...)
When people find out you are having a baby, especially your first, people are very willing to share with you things you will be. Exhausted, unable to go out when you want. Things will never be the same blah blah blah...
What no one seems to tell you is what you will not be. It turns out the things you will not be are pretty darn cool. I wonder why (...)
Good morning everyone. After a nice morning feeding James is tucked happily (for now anyhow) back in bed. I have an empty coffee cup in front of me with perhaps another one in my near future. I was looking at the traffic from yesterday and realize that there are quite a few people that come here when something new shows up to be read. It is a nice feeling to know that you, kind reader, come back time and time again to see what (...)
For anyone that has been following along you will know that the kiddo has been testing his limitations with respect to his sleeping. There are twelve hour stretches where he will sleep about four in a row (factoring in diaper and feeding times inside of those blocks) and others where it is a chore to make it to an hour an a half. Spoiled as we were when we came home from the NICU it has been a constant struggle to get used to (...)
Another morning breaks as spring shows her face. It is quiet here. Very quiet. I better go and check to be sure. Yup, everything is fine. Just the lull before the day gets started. The tick, ticking of a diaper filling and a belly emptying. It is the measure of time that has replaced a watch for me. Looking out over the square full of sun and empty of parents with their children I feel the last few years peeking in to check on (...)