Pro: You only have one mouth to feed. Con: That same mouth often only has one person to talk to. I am his entertainment. I am his captive audience. I […]
After our son was born I called friends who already had kids and apologized to them for not being more excited for them when they became parents. I didn’t know […]
I have the luxury of working weekends and being able to pick up our son from school most weekdays. I watch with joy as he bounces down the steps […]
My father passed away on January 2nd of this year. I’ve had several posts in mind but haven’t had the energy to put them down. This is the eulogy I […]
By BESS ADAMS COLEMAN “With my 5-year-old son, I’m experiencing the greatest love affair I’ve ever had,” said 31-year-old Thom Stork. “There are lots of rocky roads, no question […]
It’s been nearly seven years that I became a dad. Seven years and I’ve done the best I could to avoid being the bumbling dad stereotype on tv shows. You […]
We recently upped the ante on our nightly single sight word flashcard routine. After recognizing the word on the card before him the boy has to use that word in […]
How amazing it must be to have no concept of time? How liberating. Plotting our sons growth alongside the chart of mankind’s evolution, he is close to understanding […]
This is his fifth Christmas and this year he’s a believer. We took him to see Santa last week. We went to the good one. The Friday night Mall Santa. […]
“Father?” Said the almost five year old. “Listen, there is something I’ve been thinking about. You and I have been watching a lot of classic television programing lately. Shows like […]
For the first time in his life he has come up with something funny. Months later he still calls back to it. And it is funny. He’s had funny moments […]
Every memorable event in my life that happened before the spring of 2010 is filed away in my brain with a five year buffer. My mental calendar from the era […]
I used to give lip service on Fathers Day. Cards were sent and thanks was given and the love was spread around as abundantly and efficiently as I could […]
Many days during my college decade were spent studying the Beat Poets and experimenting with stream of consciousness prose. We turned words cut from the newspapers into dialog and had […]
He’s only four and he already thinks he’s smarter than I am. He’s learned how to give the look that says, “Seriously? I wasn’t born yesterday you know?” I give […]
How different his world is in 2014 than mine was when I was his age in 1978. This is the blessing of the late blooming father. Had I begun the […]
I fear my son will think I don’t read… or listen to music… or vacuum since that task has been assigned to the robot. It’s been years since I bought […]
Since his birth in 2010, I’ve wondered when we would start seeing our traits in him. Without the blood bond biological children share with their parents I’ve been anxious to […]
There will certainly be a time in our sons life where he will think he is cooler than us and rebel against the way we chose to raise him. He […]
For a few years now (well, specifically since January 2010), I’ve been quoting a particular scene from a particular horror movie during a particular time in the post bath pre-story […]
“In our personal lives, also, we journey from ignorance to knowledge. Our individual growth reflects the advancement of the species.” Carl Sagan Watching Judah’s brain develop is fascinating. All those […]
It was a bright and sunny day on the island of Sodor and all the trains were running on time expect for one. Thomas the Tank Engine sat with his […]
I’m not gonna go into all the obvious hazards of flying likes skin cancer, alcoholism, divorce and controlled flight into terrain. Those have been covered before. It’s the day to […]
For years now (more than a decade of them) a friend and I have been playing the “who’s the first to become an adult game”. It started in college and was simply a game that would define the moment when you became a man. You entered adulthood when you bought frames for your posters or purchased a box spring for your mattress were common life changing events of the time.
“The rules are pretty simple… Tell me when you have to go potty and we will go potty. Got it?”
I say this at 8am feeling confident I’m gonna crank out potty training today. Boot camp style. Let’s do this.
I ask him again if he understands the rules.
“Yeah.” He says.
He says “yeah” to pretty much everything these days.
I’ve been compiling clips from the almost three years of cellphone video’s taken since birth. Here is the result up to the present, a few months shy of his third birthday.
I’ve been home for too long and apparently have had too few conversations with adults. I’ve been off for a few weeks and have spent a majority of that time […]
I dropped him off at daycare before lunch with the plan of only having him there for three hours while I ran some errands. Three hours. He was there for […]
“Breakfast Bonus” “Tom McEwen, former Tribune sports editor and columnist, dies at 88” TBO.com VIDEOS “Remembering Tom McEwen” “Eulogies at Tom McEwen Funeral” ARCTICLES June 11th, 2011 “Farewell, our friend” […]
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”… and then the Roomba drives by and asks me how things are going. We talk for a bit and then […]
Several times between now and the era of the stage 2 Huggie overnight diapers I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of sleep deprivation to awake in the land of disproportionate proportions with over sized talking caterpillars, four keyed colorful pianos and airplanes whose propellers spin with a psychedelic glow not too far off from the St. Elmo’s fire that buzz around the blades of a turboprop before a lightening strike
In the morning we sit on the porch in our jammies and eat breakfast while the morning commuters honk at each other. Eight hours later we eat a snack outside and watch them return. Typically, we take a couple walks a day with one of the dogs and make sure the neighborhood is in check. We watch a little TV… “Two hours a day maximum, either educational or football. So as you don’t ruin your appreciation of the finer things.”
Oh, how I wish I owned a Flux Capacitor, a Delorean and had a friend named “Doc” so I could travel back to the Nixon era and start a family. I’d love to be on the cutting edge of 70’s technology and invite everyone over to the den to watch a slide show on the drop down screen above the bar of the baby. I’d set it to vinyl and spin Bowie’s “Hunky Dory” and dim the lights.
I hate the phrase, “Knock on wood”. The only time it has ever been okay is when it was sung by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. If you’re one of the […]
Susan is great about sending pictures out every couple of days to a handful of friends and family (Mostly those not on facebook – except Nana. She is everywhere we […]
We’ve come across many unexpected obstacles in the 7 weeks since Judah’s birth and navigated several stressful events in the three months prior but the latest, unfortunately, is the most serious one yet. Through it all, when people would sympathize with the lack of sleep brought on by a newborn, I would laugh and say, “He is the easiest part!”
Okay, yes we have an audio monitor that lets us hear every cry and whimper and I also set up a wi-fi camera next to the crib that broadcasts out […]
I started using Google Voice months back on my G1 android phone to transcribe my voice mails. When you leave me a message, I get an email containing the text […]
Judah Originally uploaded by stork123 We’re right down the hall in our own room and go in to feed and change him every three hours. While we’ve begun to split […]
Now we wait. Who would have thought the baby would go full term? Maybe it would be different if the baby was in our belly and we had some signs […]
As we unbox gifts from friends and family and ready the nursery… the cats definitely sense change is in the air! We’ve done our best to keep the room animal […]
Last week I took the birth mom to the Doctor for another sonogram. We’re onto weekly appointments now and I will see her every Friday until the due date of 1.9.10.
We checked in and she rushed off to the restroom. I guess these things happen when you are 35 weeks into a pregnancy. I sat with my back to the receptionist and took note of all the pregnant women in the room. Actually, this is the third seat I took.
At first I decided on a love seat with a floral print and no signs of swine flu with room for two. Once seated, I wasn’t sure how close we should sit. We’ve known each other for more than a month now and have had several times alone together but with all the other moms in the room and the floral print and maybe she doesn’t like love seats.
I got up and moved to a couch for three leaving room for the holy ghost (as the nuns would say in grade school) but then I realized it was out of sight of the bathroom and feared she wouldn’t see me and think we backed out. Then I chose a real comfy love seat with several empty chairs to the right and left and ample magazines to choose from. All this was done in the span of about 60 seconds. All the pregnant moms were watching me. “This guy has some serious nesting issues.” I assumed they were thinking.
Phew, I took my seat.
“Mr. Lebowski.” The receptionist called out. Apparently at me. (Her name isn’t Lebowski although that would be great. We’d have to name our son “Duderino.”)
“Mr. Lebowski.” The receptionist called out. Again.