Reflux rears it’s ugly head, and Christy’s email probably remains unaccessible; but the show must go on.
Beth went to see the latest doctor in what has been called, “the Grand Tour of Pediatric Specialists”; or, in honor of my in-laws: “le Tour de Docteur Medecin Enfant Specialiste.” (Bet you’d never guess I don’t have a lick of French in me, and I made that all up on the fly.)
The…
Beth, with her faux medical bag in hand, explains “this will just take a minute daddy.” She opens her bag and produces a stethoscope. She puts the ear pieces up to her ears, pulls up my shirt and reassures me, in her best bed-side manner: “this won’t hurt daddy, this won’t hurt, this will just take a minute daddy. . . .There, you feel better now daddy?”
Where does she come up with this…
On the day your first child is born you are at once overwhelmed and at peace.
When he or she first learns to walk you are enveloped by a sense of wonder; things you typically took for granted seem like tiny miracles.
When he or she first learns to talk its like their personality is finally breaking through the shell of infancy.
When he or she first defies you, you question wether you patience will…
About two years ago, my department gave everyone a personality test. This test gave everyone a score based on how strongly each of four defined personality types appeared in a person. One of these defined types, labeled “gold”, was for those who valued rules, structure, organization, well defined plans, thinking things out ahead of time, and being well prepared. Since taking this test, I’ve…
Today we learned that the animals can go wherever they want to.
We were visiting the baboons, and a very large male baboon was facing us just on the other side of the retaining mote. We were right a eye level, staring at each other; the large male baboon and I. Not much more than ten feet of water separated the two of us, when I confirmed that the baboon was a male. He had been just siting on a…
What do you get when you don’t take a crap for a week?
I’m afraid that there is no punch line to this one. But it does describe Beth’s condition last week. She was full of crap. As of Friday, she had not moved her bowels since the Friday prior, and she was not happy. We went to see the good doctor, and he had us give her two (yes two) enemas per day for the duration of the weekend (Friday…
Beth, doing her best impersonation of Isaac Newton, reaffirmed a couple of principles this evening: mommy and daddy’s rules are for good reason, and gravity plays no favorites.
Beth was in the family room when she decided Stuart Little was no longer worthy of her undivided attention. “Daddy, could you please give me my balloons?” I promise you I handed them to her innocently, with no idea…
DADDY: “Beth, are you going to say goodbye to mommy, she’s going to exercise.”
BETH: “Bye daddy.”
DADDY: “Beth, I’m not going anywhere.”
BETH: “I’m going to go exercise with mommy.”
MOMMY: “I’m sorry Beth, you can’t go tonight. You can go this weekend. Can you say goodbye to mommy?”
BETH: “Goodbye Beth.”
MOMMY: “I’m not Beth, you’re Beth.”
BETH: “Bye…