The palaver of a childish father
Rachelle called me today from the mall asking me if I mind if she gets Cecelia’s ears pierced. I don’t love the idea of driving sharp metal through my 3-month-old’s skin, but I told her that it’s fine with me. She cried for about five seconds. The pissed-off look on her face in the picture [...]
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My my, does time fly. On Saturday we threw a party at our house to celebrate Layla’s second birthday. I can’t believe it’s already been a year since the Chuck E. Cheese’s debacle. The party went well, despite the nasty weather. Thanks to our friend Steph, we were going to have a moon-bounce/inflatable obstacle course [...]
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Two nights ago I took Layla for a walk around the neighborhood. She looked cute. She wore a bulky pink winter coat with Minnie Mouse patched to the front, and one of those hats with the flaps that go over the ears and the braided strings that tie under the chin. As soon as we [...]
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Cecelia doesn’t sleep often. Last night she briefly (and presumably accidentally) slipped into a slumber for four hours. At 4:30 am she woke up and hasn’t fallen asleep for longer than an hour since I don’t understand how the infant body can run on four hours of sleep. Doesn’t the brain eventually just shut down? [...]
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Since we’re not in a position to take a full-blown 7-day vacation, I took a few days off for a long weekend instead. On Thursday we took Layla (Cecelia tug along) to The Please Touch Museum in Philly. I hadn’t been there since I was about seven years old and remembered nothing about it except [...]
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