Reign of Terror
Suddenly it felt as if the kid next door had come over to play and found the Lite-Brite I’d left, neglected, at the bottom of my closet.
2:56
…at 2:56 in the morning, I’m hating him.
Industrial Lubricant
They should have sent us home from the hospital with handi-wipes. Or at least ponchos.
Magnifying Lens
Wow. I can’t thank you enough. I thought babies preferred lounging naked in chill winds. Until you happend along, I was thinking of seeing just how long he could go without food. You know, as an experiment. I guess I should’ve more closely read my Daddy Manual’s disclaimer, ‘You are inept. What exactly do you think you’re doing? Give him back to mommy, the real parent’…
Ladybug
Rising above Ian’s crib is a friendly, yellow and orange piebald sun. Below him, across rolling green hills, marches a troupe of cavorting ladybugs, ants, and butterflies. They follow a path from Ian’s window, which winds along his crib and trails behind his changing table. Leading this band of merry arthropods is a bright red ladybug…
Hot, Buttered Popcorn
What was once innocent, inoffensive and even endearing, has now become repugnant, tenacious, and…stinky. Who knew sweet potatoes could so change my life? Last week, Dr. Katy told us that Ian’s 15 pounds and 27.5 (but really 28) inches were our cue to introduce him to solid foods. He can laugh, roll over, and grab […]
Sign & Seal
Sunday morning, Ian was baptized into the family of Christ – finally. We waited until we were closer to family, and thankfully everyone was able to make it. It was none too soon – Ian had begun to cry during prayer at church. His was the only baptism that morning, and he felt very special. […]
Babies Come with Hats
Last night I watched, belatedly, last season’s finale of ‘The West Wing’. The episode first aired two days before Ian’s birth; I was working with our church’s youth group, and Kelly was home resting. For those who don’t follow the show, this is the episode where Toby’s twins are born. He’s very somber, cynical, and […]
Stink Bug…
…is Ian’s latest nickname. Partly because he now prefers to play while we’re sleeping, but mostly because when we accuse him of this in the morning, he giggles and grins, and forces me to smile. Stinker. His first official nickname was Professor Fussenberg. We’d only use this when he was unjustly (we felt) cranky. Full […]
Phobia
We’ve only put Ian down a half hour before when he suddenly wakes up, screaming. This isn’t his usual “Hey, I’m awake and would like my breast now” cry. We can hear those coming. This is his Cry of Injustice – a quietly shrill, sustained wail that, loosely translated, means, “What did I do to […]