The palaver of a childish father
Dear Layla, I don’t know how things are done in Transylvania, but here in America we sleep from about 11:00 pm until 7:00 am. I understand that you’re use to chasing Josh Hartnett around Alaska during the winter months, but you’re not the one who has to sit in front of the computer the next [...]
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Contrary to my own belief, my house does not clean itself. I found myself getting pissed off yesterday because the diaper genie was full, my hamper was packed with dirty clothes, and the sink was filled with dishes. Pissed off at who? I don’t know. For some reason I must have thought that some sort [...]
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This year’s edition of Thanksgiving is different in that instead of spending it at family member’s house eating turkey I spent it at the hospital eating a stale cheese burger and Sun Chips while listening to Rachelle’s roomate snore away like a polar bear. I’m not saying this year was worse; just different. The latest [...]
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This weekend has been both physically and emotionally draining. On Friday night Rachelle and I were watching a ridiculous horror movie called Black Sheep where sheep become infected with some sort of chemical and begin killing people. After the movie, Rachelle began to complain of sweating, and the same mysterious abdominal pain that she’s been [...]
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In a dramatic turn of events, Layla suddenly started behaving and has been in a great mood since Wednesday. She wins the gold medal in my book. Yesterday I got a bath with her. She cried for the first 5 minutes but when I dipped her into the water she stopped everything she was doing. [...]
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The baby will be 3 weeks old tomorrow. I’ve learned that she and I have quite a bit in common: We both like to sleep, we both like my wife’s boobs, we agree that I have a great singing voice, and she doesn’t mind breaking wind once in awhile. But one thing that I’ve noticed [...]
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Well, she won that round. Last night at around 3:00am, my daughter decided to open the gates of hell. I was sleeping when I heard her start to fuss, then cry. I usually like to give her a minute before I attempt to do anything, because sometimes she figures out the problem on her own [...]
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I really, really love the weekend. And since it was our first weekend in awhile that we would be home, and able to relax, I decided on Friday night to treat myself to a nice, cold case of Yuengling beer. My plan was to have some hot wings, beer, play with the baby for awhile, [...]
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Well, so far…so good. Our daughter is already a week old. Thanks to my genes, she loves to sleep and has slept through the night since she’s been home. For this I am beyond thankful. Our battle plan goes something like this… *Feed her *Burp her *Change her *Let her sleep for 3 hours *When [...]
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