Tell ‘em what he wins…
If you immediately thought of a car then you are spot on. My son has reached that two-year-old milestone – he’s car obsessed. Not the “I like cars.” obsessed, but the “I need to see cars, ride in cars, eat and sleep in them, I have to park them exactly as I want to, don’t [...]
I’ve become that grumpy old man…
They bump into you. They yell, scream and sometimes curse just inches from your ear. They push you aside as they chase each other around. They even yank things out of your hand. Never once uttering an “excuse me” or “sorry”. They are just plain rude and obnoxious. These are today’s kids. I call them [...]
A lifesaver without the hole…
As soon as the words “diaper change” come out of my mouth, a flurry of “No! No! No!” is left hanging in the room as my son scurries off to the farthest corner of the apartment he can find. This is followed by what, to the outsider or uninitiated (a.k.a. non-parent), may seem like an [...]
My son has a nose fetish
I’m not going to say I’m worried, yet. My son, though, really, really, really likes rubbing stuff under his nose. I think you could easily classify it as an addiction. If he was an adult I might call friends and relatives for an intervention, but since he is only two years old I think I’ll [...]
When is the Boogeyman coming?
My son has recently started dreaming. Actually, I would say he has always dreamt, but now he acts them out much more emphatically. He twists and turns and yelps and mutters and jolts and you get the picture. I wonder what he dreams about. I used to think (since he was always smiling) that he [...]
I scream, my son screams, we all scream…
Summer time in the city means heat, humidity, park sprinklers and ice cream trucks. Lots and lots of ice cream trucks, on every corner, with their stupid little ice cream truck song. The urban Pied Pippers. The battle parents wage with these dastardly suitors to our child’s mind is nothing new and has been on [...]
Spring Cleaning
My son has been learning all about cleaning up so we were delighted this morning to find his play table in pristine condition… … Hey, wait a minute? Where did everything go? …Oh fudge.
Date Night
This past Saturday night, once we tucked our little one in, and after a quick dinner, my wife and I took one of those very rare “nights off” that everyone calls Date Night. We have family in town so despite heavy eyelids and aching heads we could not pass on the free babysitting offer and [...]
Rub-a-dub-dub, Mom, Dad and the Tub
We used to love bath time, the three of us, that is. We looked forward to it rather fondly. My wife and I because it signaled the moment just before “bedtime”, whereas for my son, it meant “splish splash” time when the bathroom turned into his own water park with rubber duckies, boats and such [...]
Tower of Babble…
As my son fine-tunes his babble, I think back to a linguistics class I took in college on bilingualism. The reason I took it was self-serving, in that I needed it to fulfill a linguistics credit as part of an ambitious double major curriculum, as well as self-preserving because I had just finished a semester [...]
My More Dashing Side
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