The last three weeks have been just about the best. There have been a few hiccups, but spending this time with my wife, my daughter and my newborn son have been precious. Last night I was trying to get my dinner started, Cheryl was asleep, and Adam started to cry. Beth came up to me and said, “Dad, let me hold Adam while you get your dinner, I’ll make him feel better.” I was touched.
It is ten a.m. and I have just woken from seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. I went from deep sleep to fully awake in the blink of an eye (two of them actually). Why? Because I must live through another game seven tonight. There are ten hours until the first pitch and already I’m worried. This is what it means to be a Red Sox fan, even if baseball isn’t my favorite spectator sport. It would…
I was just talking to my wife today, and I was remarking on what an experience these last two weeks have been. It turns out it’s true what they say; every child is different. It may seem like an obvious thing to say, but when has that ever stopped me.
As it turns out, an overwhelming need to express the sentiment du jour is not why I’m writing this entry. It’s almost 3 a.m. in new parent…
I can’t get credit for nothing man! I went in for a blood test, came home, played chauffer for two hours (making lengthy stops at two different retail “super centers”), took my wife out to lunch, came home, carried in two hundred and fifty dollars worth of miscellaneous do-dads from Target, assembled two floor lamps (twenty minutes each), cleaned up the mess from each box, emptied the drier…
There is evil in this world, and it wants to be loved. That’s why it is so frightening. It’s seducing you with winning ways and good looks. It wants you to believe that everything can be had, for the right price. Using its foothold in our nation’s economic capital, it has spread throughout American life through the media. Movies, Broadway productions, made for television specials – all…
At nearly every turn, someone is giving you a choice. Every time someone gives you a choice, it’s like they’re doing you some great service. Politicians have made a political living campaigning on “choice.” I’m here to tell you that choice is not all it’s cracked up to be. That’s why, in this time of 3 a.m. feedings, I’ve engaged in a wardrobe simplification program. It works like…
I like to think I’m a decent enough guy, but my wife doesn’t call me the sultan of sloth for nothing. My history of drawn out, delayed, and down right ignored projects has reached legendary proportions (if only more people knew about it). So today Cheryl had a baby shower. Like many things in my life, it wasn’t exactly timely, but it’s the thought that counts. Who knew Adam would be a…