I don’t know why I remembered, or how I forgot, but last week it came to me. The tweed suit, the lime-green mini, the red tie. And the nostrils. I’m going to admit something that, if trendy parenting styles are any indication, may land me in the middle of a torch-bearing, pitch fork-wielding mob: we […]
If you need a refresher course for CPR, the University of Washington School of Medicine has a site with information guides and video demonstrations for CPR and choking first aid. All ages are covered, from infants to adults. There’s also an FAQ about choking and CPR. The first (and last) adult CPR class I took […]
Deep in Our Refrigerator By Jack Prelutsky Deep in our refrigerator, there’s a special place for food that’s been around awhile… we keep it, just in case. ‘It’s probably too old to eat,’ my mother likes to say. ‘But I don’t think it’s old enough for me to throw away.’ It stays there for a […]
Last night, Kelly and I went out for dinner to celebrate her birthday. We dumped left Ian with his grandparents. When we returned, Ian was taking a bath. Apart from Grandpa, baths at Grammie and Grandpa’s have one attraction for Ian which really sets them apart from the tepid, utilitarian baths he has at home: […]
Parentography is a new online community for parents to share reviews and experiences of family-friendly experiences in their home-town, and in their travels. Places and activities are divided into several categories, such as Major Attractions and Parks & Playgrounds. They’re also organized by age-appropriate…ness and time of year. Along with reviews (and pictures), parents can […]
He wades out to join the father, / Following where the good strikes / Seem to lead.
We really have no audio recordings of Ian. We don’t own a tape recorder, and there’s no way I’m trailing a three-year-old with a laptop and microphone; I don’t care how user-friendly Audacity is. Fortunately, Ian’s grandpa works at a radio station, and Ian loves to talk. This was recorded last month, with grandpa laughing […]
I don’t need that language in my mind, or in my heart. I’d rather my son avoid it, too. Which is something of a moot point given that he’s three. But still.
I’m getting dressed for work, and Ian is lying on our bed and talking. And talking. And talking. I start singing; an attempt to short-circuit his feedback loop. ‘Hallelu, hallelu, hallelu, hallelujah…’ Ian sits up. ‘No,’ he shakes his head, ‘we’re not singing.’ ‘Please? I really like singing.’ He frowns, and holds up an admonishing […]
There’s a cliche which applies very strongly to parenting. Something about wishes, and caution. I’ve read and heard horror stories from other parents, about children stealing under the covers in the dead of night, or sons and daughters being unable to sleep in their own rooms. Ian’s never really had a problem sleeping. Waking was […]