If there’s one thing a child can learn from the book “Sheep in a Jeep,” it’s that sheep cannot be relied upon in a crisis.
Month: October 2008
You can guess the outcome of this one.
I have a coworker with a new baby. She’s still at home on maternity leave. She sent pictures yesterday and a brief state-of-the-baby address where she said he was sleeping well and only woke up once a night. I recommended the book “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child” and credited it with helping us get Conrad on a regular sleep schedule. Do I even need to mention at this point that he woke up an hour early this morning?
Here we go again.
This blog has lain dormant for more than a year, but really, it’s been barely ticking over for quite some time. It seems awfully odd that I started Fistful of Plooble in 2003, and now, when everybody and his cat has a blog, I’ve let mine more or less die. I am Twittering and using Facebook, and I have a daddy blog chronicling the adventures of my new son. But this blog, the one that started it all for me, has been pitiably neglected.
So anyway, here we go again. I’ve transferred the blog from TypePad to WordPress. Why? I suppose because it’s free, and it was amazingly easy. What will I write about here? I don’t know. So much of my life revolves around my son right now, and when I neglect that blog I hear from the grandparents. I also have an internal blog at work “two, really” that I should be contributing to, as well as an external blog to which I occasionally contribute. And depending on the direction my job takes in the next few months, I may start an internal personal work blog as well. Maybe even an external one.
So why did I start this blog? Probably because I found an iGoogle gadget that allows me to blog directly to WordPress from my iGoogle page. That seemed too easy to pass up. And because a few months ago I saw a wine display at a local Food Lion with a sign that said “Fresh from the vine” and I realized I no longer had an active outlet for that kind of found idiocy. Maybe I do now. Again. We’ll see.
Visit from Opa
My Dad came over last weekend and Conrad was really glad to see him, in the way that I’ve only seen him respond to us, Bonnie and his other grandparents. It’s really nice to see, not only because my Dad appreciates it, but because it’s another sign that he’s becoming more aware and more sociable. Not that I think we have a lot to worry about in those areas.
Goofball
A few days ago I came home from work and glanced up at the back door, expecting to see Hastings waiting for me. Instead I saw that Conrad had usurped his spot. Now that he can get around and pull himself up, he was able to come to the door to greet me. It was one of the great moments so far in fatherhood.
Of course when we recreated the moment for the camera, the boy hammed it up.
Several more fun photos from this series on the Flickr page.
New teeth!
Not that you can see them in this photo, but we just discovered that his two top front teeth are coming in. Bonnie noticed them when he was hanging upside down playing his new favorite game, “I bet I can make you drop me.”
He’s had patches of grumpiness over the last two weeks that the teething might account for, but some of it coincided with his first cold, which he got, predictably, after day three of baby school “which is what we’re calling day care, a term borrowed from a colleague of Jean’s”.
As you can see from that last gem of a paragraph that’s also a sentence, one of my strategies for posting more often is to eschew editing.