The palaver of a childish father
All is well. The kids still hijack my bed. They still curse. And a few weeks ago Cecelia handed me a log of dog poop. Most recently, Layla thinks that every overweight man and woman is pregnant. Yesterday, while Rachelle was talking to our neighbor, Layla continually pointed at his stomach and asked Rachelle if [...]
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Last night I was sitting on the couch reading a book while my 3 year old sat on the floor playing with toys. Her back was facing me. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she had looked back to see if I was watching her. When she was convinced that I [...]
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Here’s a rough-draft picture of our sleeping arrangements on Monday evening. A few questions probably come to mind: Why are our kids sleeping in bed with us to begin with? Why am I laying at the foot of the bed while the kids are laying sideways? Why is Rachelle wearing a nightgown with her name [...]
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I’m fortunate to have missed this one. Layla’s motherly, nurturing instinct kicked into high gear today. After smelling poop in Cecelia’s diaper, she decided that Rachelle needed a break and so she attempted to change Cece’s diaper. The result, I’m told, is that there are tracks and smears of feces throughout our living room. When [...]
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The kids have discovered when and how to use the word ‘Shit’ by observing what happens when their parents do things like bang their knees on bedposts, or drop something on the floor. I tried telling Layla that it’s a bad word and we say “Shoot” instead. She replied with, “Ok, shit. ha!” Rachelle recommends [...]
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For the last few months, Layla has been haunted by the scary man that trolls her bedroom. She refuses to fall asleep because of this man. When I was first informed of the man, my jerk reaction was to laugh about the silliness of it (because of course only children have irrational fears). I explained [...]
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After spending almost a year in hibernation, I’ve decided to write again. Set the bar low, because my seesaw, addictive personality might discover a different urge tomorrow, such as a sudden passion for stamp collecting. So for now, to the 6 people who read this site, we’re back.
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At 7:30, we put Cecelia to bed. She’s cute…with her little 11-month old, worm-like body crawling towards the stairs, beyond excited for the bottle she’s going to fall asleep with in the crib. We place her on her back, give her the bottle and watch as her eyes close as she fades to sleep. By [...]
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Since I haven’t had much motivation to write, I thought I’d post this short video to prove that we’re still alive and well. Cece does this weird smile where she squishes her face together and flashes the only teeth she has.
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Layla likes to walk all over me, literally. It’s a game. She tugs at my arm and begins barking commands at me. “Die Lown, daddy.” “Ok, I’ll lie down.” The game is this: I lay down on my back, while Layla balances herself and walks from my feet, to my legs, to my stomach, all [...]
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