My boy Adam is a climber. The only think he likes better than climbing is leaping.
We now pause this entry for a little reconsideration.
On second thought, it’s hard to figure how much a boy likes to climb when he also likes to leap. Think about it.
It’s getting to the point were I’m considering taking Adam’s craft table and chairs out of our family room. It’s a…
I can excuse Cheryl. She’s always saying her job sucks. But me? I’m supposed to be the lucky one, the one that glows from the daily infusion of fulfillment that work provides.
So explain this conversation to me.
“Hi John. Adam’s teacher just called me and Adam is throwing up all over the place.”
“So you want me to pick him up?”
“No, I’ll pick…
The other night Cheryl and I were having a discussion about the feasibility of vertical diaper changing. We were having this discussion in front of Adam; diaper change in progress. We don’t normally argue in front of the kids, but in our defense it wasn’t really an argument… more a vigorous exchange of thoughts and ideas.
At one point I said to Cheryl, “listen, I’ve…
At Last! The new camera finally arrived. Now my only problem is there haven’t been enough things to photograph. I thought this weekend would offer up lots of opportunity, but the open house at Honeywell wasn’t completely open. There were no cameras allowed.
I really should have known. If I’d given it any thought, I wouldn’t have set myself up for disappointment. Now…
In case you’re one of the folks I haven’t told in person, Adam’s appointment with the neurosurgeon went as expected. The cysts in his brain are not cause for concern, as long as there are no symptoms. The doctor was kind and patient, and Cheryl left with a good impression, and less anxiety.
Can you ask for anything more from a doctor visit?
Although she didn’t think Adam…
You’ve got to start when they’re young. Some of your earlier efforts might be in vain, but you’ve got to be careful because you never know when they’ll start noticing… and imitating your behavior. It’s scary sometimes, knowing that they’re watching everything you do, making mental notes when you least expect it, and imitating a weak moment when it’s…
You may recall that my weekend got off to a, shall we say, less tham optimal start. Do not despair friends, it did get better – well, sort of. No one died or went to the ER, so that’s something right?
Adam and Cheryl came home a little after midnight on Friday/Saturday, but I learned the results of their little adventure shortly after I posted my entry earlier that evening. No, Adam…