Category: Jack
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Take a walk
There’s so much promise. I bought these shoes on a whim. I mean, look at them?! I asked a friend “are these too girly for a boy?” Obviously, if they are, it didn’t matter. I bought them. I mean, look at them?! They are huge. They are walking shoes. They are an idea, a twinkle…
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Our week after our week
Jack’s cold turned into RSV and all the horrible things that ensue because of it: fever, labored breathing, loss of appetite. Thursday night, he was breathing so fast and so hard and we could see his ribs. You still wouldn’t have known he was sick, he was rolling around on the floor, squealing, laughing. This…
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Our week
I had Monday off, one of those rare newspaper holidays. I’m surprised we still get holidays. Wasn’t the LA Times going to reduce those pesky things? Who needs them?! Jack and I went to the park and met up with an old co-worker and a mutual friend who both have kids. Jack was the littlest…
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4 months old (well last week)
Happy 4 months, Love Bug! (last week) Let’s see, he’s been sick for about a month, is the best-dressed at daycare (also the happiest), he gets stuck mid-roll and gets mad, has found his outside voice (neighbors agree) and loves to sleep smushed into our armpits.
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This world
Jumping Jack ^ A video of Jack being Jack above ^ What the hell did I take pictures of before him? I remember saying I would still talk and write about adult things. hahahaha! But I don’t really want to. Adult stuff sucks. I think the coolest thing about having a baby is the fact…
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There is no end to this love
He’s going down so much easier these days. Thanks, daycare. This morning he fell asleep within minutes after I picked him up from his jumperoo. Even a few weeks ago, I’d have to rock and rock and rock-bounce, rock bounce bounce until he slowly closed his eyes. He’s growing up before mine. I held him…
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‘Today, we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be.’ -Regina Spektor
I guess day care is alright … they at least inform parents when their clothes are inside out. But I miss my guy this morning. We’ve been sick. Cold number 2 in 3 months. Good track record… He’s the happiest, sick baby I’ve ever seen and other than the cough/congestion, you’d never know. The joys…
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Happy 3 months, Jack
Night feels like limbo, some strange net where the hours hang. Pat and I are floating birds, the way they hang in a drift. There is no other person on the planet I would wake up for as much as our little man. He’s 3 months old today and it’s hard to put a baby…
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Well this sucks
I’m here again. Sitting at work and thinking about my little boy in some lady named Jacki’s arms. It’s strange to have my computer exactly as it was when I left it: the same internet windows popped open like the day I left – radio lab and the Goomba Mushroom Super Mario costume I ordered…