6.27.08
10:22 a.m.
10:22 a.m.
8 lbs, 5 oz
20.5 inches
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
No News
Katie is still pregnant. Maddie and Caleb both beat their respective due dates by ten days so we had a false expectation of a repeat performance. That has left us (by "us" I mean Katie) disappointed even though we're still six days from official due date.
Meanwhile, we're getting ready to move to Provo, which is a pain...not Provo, but the moving. Katie claims that she can't bend over to lift up boxes. Pretty convenient time to be pregnant.
Meanwhile, we're getting ready to move to Provo, which is a pain...not Provo, but the moving. Katie claims that she can't bend over to lift up boxes. Pretty convenient time to be pregnant.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Firsts
Last week brought two firsts: bee sting and stitches.
Maddie stepped on a bee. The trauma was real but short-lived. She announced her full recovery at about 6 a.m. the next morning when I woke to a foot in my face: "Daddy, look. It's all better."
Caleb got stitches. In his own words, this is how that happened:
"Muzeen a sinance. I was runninin. Bonkinin my head. Stitchinin me. Ouch."
Maddie stepped on a bee. The trauma was real but short-lived. She announced her full recovery at about 6 a.m. the next morning when I woke to a foot in my face: "Daddy, look. It's all better."
Caleb got stitches. In his own words, this is how that happened:
"Muzeen a sinance. I was runninin. Bonkinin my head. Stitchinin me. Ouch."
Monday, June 2, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Poor Neighbors Downstairs
"I'm a dinosaur. Roar!"
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run down the hall.
"I'm eatin' you."
"I'm a 'pider."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run up the hall.
"I'm a shark...dooh, doot (as in Jaws)."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta.
Ad infinitum.
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run down the hall.
"I'm eatin' you."
"I'm a 'pider."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run up the hall.
"I'm a shark...dooh, doot (as in Jaws)."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta.
Ad infinitum.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Plans
"Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"An attorney."
"Great. Caleb is going to be a fisherman and I'm going to be a fisher-ballerina."
"Daddy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Brand Manager with a Fortune 500 finance company."
Brief, blank expression..."Excellent. That's a good idea."
"An attorney."
"Great. Caleb is going to be a fisherman and I'm going to be a fisher-ballerina."
"Daddy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Brand Manager with a Fortune 500 finance company."
Brief, blank expression..."Excellent. That's a good idea."
Friday, May 9, 2008
Maddie's New Song
"Maddie's Special New Song" debuted at bed time this evening. As close as I can recall, it goes as follows:
There was a Princess Unanuna.
She moved both of her hands.
Then there was a beach of Lin and Tinkertooraloo.
They floated in and out of the sky
and landed on the Idaho.
Idaho.
Idaho.
And Cambridge.
And Boston.
And America.
And Binanoonabinbin...din.
The end, Daddy. You can leave now.
There was a Princess Unanuna.
She moved both of her hands.
Then there was a beach of Lin and Tinkertooraloo.
They floated in and out of the sky
and landed on the Idaho.
Idaho.
Idaho.
And Cambridge.
And Boston.
And America.
And Binanoonabinbin...din.
The end, Daddy. You can leave now.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Daddy, Can I Take the Credit Card
Springtime brings spring cleaning and, for us, buying new clothes for the kids. Maddie, not yet four, insisted on picking her own clothes from the catalog. At the store, she sifted through the options herself, selecting astonishingly well-coordinated outfits.
She wore one of the new outfits to pre-school on Monday. You would have thought the center of the classroom was a cat-walk: posing with each step, head poised coyly down and to the side. She paused periodically as though giving the Paparazzi her better side.
Her charm is extreme. Mom and Dad are fully transfixed. But what does this mean to my budget ten years from now? Do they have fashion 529 accounts?
She wore one of the new outfits to pre-school on Monday. You would have thought the center of the classroom was a cat-walk: posing with each step, head poised coyly down and to the side. She paused periodically as though giving the Paparazzi her better side.
Her charm is extreme. Mom and Dad are fully transfixed. But what does this mean to my budget ten years from now? Do they have fashion 529 accounts?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Kids are in Bed
We're watching yesterday's episode of The Office, recorded on Tivo. We have two lap tops out, browsing via wireless. Katie is on her cell phone. You know you're a thirty something if...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Out of the Storm
"Hurry, daddy," Maddie yelled. "Come out of the rain."
I ran to her.
"No, daddy," she corrected. "You have to yell when you do it."
Back I went.
"Hurry, daddy. The storm is going to get you."
I yelled and ran back.
"Good job, daddy. That's how you do it."
Caleb left. We yelled. He came in out of the storm. Maddie left. We yelled. She came in out of the storm.
It was sunny and roughly 70 degrees.
I ran to her.
"No, daddy," she corrected. "You have to yell when you do it."
Back I went.
"Hurry, daddy. The storm is going to get you."
I yelled and ran back.
"Good job, daddy. That's how you do it."
Caleb left. We yelled. He came in out of the storm. Maddie left. We yelled. She came in out of the storm.
It was sunny and roughly 70 degrees.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Lightning
The rain caught Katie and the kids on their way home from a bike ride (please allow me some poetic license as I use the phrase "bike ride" to describe a walk during which a frustrated parent endures the taunts of his or her children as they find great amusement in said parent's dragging, dropping, kicking, and cursing two unriden tricycles).
Enduring thus, Katie suddenly found herself in a down pour with 50 yards to home. Then lightning followed immediately by a terrible thunder clap. Maddie was so startled as to lose the use of her legs and discover the use of her lungs. Caleb, ever biding his time, siezed the moment and, sporting a devious grin, fled.
About 30 minutes of consolation later, Maddie was contently observing the lightning storm from the comfort of our living room, the lights turned off for effect.
"Why does the sky do that?"
I blabbered for a moment about electromagnetic charges.
"But daddy, why does the sky do that?"
"God makes lightning so we can have pretty things to look at."
"That silly God, he just keeps making it over and over."
Enduring thus, Katie suddenly found herself in a down pour with 50 yards to home. Then lightning followed immediately by a terrible thunder clap. Maddie was so startled as to lose the use of her legs and discover the use of her lungs. Caleb, ever biding his time, siezed the moment and, sporting a devious grin, fled.
About 30 minutes of consolation later, Maddie was contently observing the lightning storm from the comfort of our living room, the lights turned off for effect.
"Why does the sky do that?"
I blabbered for a moment about electromagnetic charges.
"But daddy, why does the sky do that?"
"God makes lightning so we can have pretty things to look at."
"That silly God, he just keeps making it over and over."
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