Note: If you do not already know who I am, then you are advised to turn back now, lest ye die of boredom. This is not the blog of someone who is trying to become a famous blogger. This is meant as a memory bank for our future and as a way for our out-of-town families to keep up with the goings-on around here. I am increasingly bothered by the permanence of the internet, particularly in regard to children who have no choice in the matter. As a result, I intend to keep things pretty matter-of-fact.

November 2012

Welp, I got poison ivy again. Fortunately it’s much easier to control when a) it’s cool temperatures outside and b) you’re at home. Skipped showers for a few days and kept my skin dry with rubbing alcohol (ouch). First time I was ever able to act like an adult and not scratch.

I’m slowly morphing the format and theme of this site. I’m posting larger resolution photos now and I plan to only do short monthly updates such as this.

As you know, Henry has been a challenging baby. It’s been a long road, but suddenly Henry is a pretty charming fellow. No more banging his head on the floor. I haven’t given him any Tylenol in a couple of weeks which is unprecedented. He’s a wild man and gets into everything, but it’s the usual 20-month-old stuff. I can handle that. He has a mouth full of teeth so maybe he’s not in pain anymore.

Stephen is completely potty trained, though there are still accidents here and there while he sleeps. No diapers. No pull-ups. Ever. His talking is getting better too. Suddenly he’s into his toys. One day it’ll be his trucks talking to each other (and inevitably fighting)… the next day it’s his stuffed animals. Nap time also seems to be a thing of the past. Some days I just put the gates up so Stephen can’t go anywhere except the living room and bathroom; then I take a nap on the couch while Henry naps upstairs. Sometimes Stephen joins me for a nap on the couch but usually he just watches movies.

Hurricane Sandy may have only knocked our power out of service for 40 minutes, but it also knocked three trees down. I also had two dead trees still standing that needed to be removed. That makes 8 trees that have fallen in less than a year of living here–two of them smashed our fence.

Anyway, things are going very well. My family will be here for five days next week and we’re all going to my parents’ house for Christmas.

Polar Coaster

Stephen and I are in the back row.
Story Land
September 16, 2012

Stephen Drives

Story Land
September 16, 2012

Story Land
September 16, 2012

Jailbreak

Me at Story Land
1985

Me and Stephen
Story Land
September 16, 2012

Stephen Flying With His Mama

Story Land
September 16, 2012

Stephen and Nana (Going Fast)

Story Land
September 16, 2012

Ball Room

Great room full of foam balls and tons of air-powered guns.
Story Land
September 16, 2012

Tea Cups

Story Land
September 16, 2012

Listening for Ducks

September 14, 2012

October 2012

Stephen has worn regular old underwear to bed for the past five nights, and he’s been accident-free for four of those nights. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter. Speaking of light, my wife and I woke up at 4am to the sounds of Stephen “playing trucks” in his playroom with all of the upstairs lights on. Turns out he had gotten up and gone to the bathroom on his own (in the correct place) and decided it was time to wake up. He even went back to bed nicely and easily once I informed him that it was “still night time.”

Things have been getting out of hand with Henry lately. My wife helped me realize that I’ve been waiting too long for Henry to turn the corner and get past all of these hard phases. We changed things this weekend and are now using twice as many baby gates. Now I can keep Henry away from the stairs and out of the kitchen. I can also keep my guitar on the main floor but still out of harm’s way. Henry just can’t handle all the freedom that Stephen has always had, and I haven’t been acting accordingly. So for now we have baby gates up all over the place and half of our doors are locked by default to keep the little monkey at bay.

Stephen has been in speech therapy for about four months and the difference is astounding. Now we can see how much he knows. He corrected his mother the other day by saying “Actually, …” The doctor also recommended that we take Henry to speech therapy because he’s nineteen months and says nothing but “Ma.” This seems to be a thing with us.

We’ve had a lot of visits in the past few weeks. My cousins came into town for the Woody Guthrie centennial concert at the Kennedy Center. My parents stopped by on their way north and then on their way back home. It’s been a month since we got back from vacation and I’m finally starting to sort through the pictures.