Monthly Archives: May 2009
We went to Motherhood Maternity and it didn’t suck at all.
I don’t know where, exactly, I got it in my head that taking Cheri to Motherhood Maternity would be a bad thing. That store saved us from having the worst Saturday ever. It all started when our apartment complex’s pool … Continue reading
In two weeks, we will establish a day care.
Nothing much to say at the moment, but that I’ve got a few places identified. Out of sheer cost, I had to turn down an option to use the UI’s on-campus day care. I’ve heard very good things about it, … Continue reading
Curious George returns.
I had a slimmer George doll as a child. I loved it. I also loved the books (the George books; the books you see here came much later). Naturally, I hope the new child has the same relationship. We’ll wait … Continue reading
The first toy has arrived.
Cheri saw this at Target, and the wallet came out. We really should start building the baby registry, I guess. Tweet This Post
After consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that…
… I’m not going to miss covering a pager. Like, at all. Cheri agrees. I’ve been doing this for six years. I figure, I’m approaching 40, which I’ve declared is the Watershed Year. I haven’t determined yet why 40 is … Continue reading
The nephew’s comment (one in new series, possibly).
I had this in the Timeline already, but I didn’t want to just bury it there. James: “I want a boy”. Katharine: “I want a girl.” James: “Well, if it’s a girl, I guess there’s nothing that can be done … Continue reading
Work life begins to respond to my upcoming fatherhood.
I disclosed early to a co-worker we were expecting. That was, oh, at week six? I had no grand scheme for announcing things at work. I suspect this is due to two things. As a man, the notion of a … Continue reading
Coolest friends ever.
Here’s a video I’ve shared elsewhere, but will post here since it’s on-topic. Tweet This Post
Steak? In. Tomato sauce? Still out.
Attempting to be the cook on a daily basis, I’ve found my dishes to be horrifyingly hit-and-miss. Cheri took a bite of Papa Murphy’s pizza last week, and damn near barfed. But she did do three ounces of grilled steak … Continue reading
