A couple of weeks ago I visited a friend with a new baby. It wasn't until I held that newborn that I realized just how much Atticus has grown in the last 10 months. Turn your eyes for two seconds, and all of a sudden your baby is a real, live kid.
He's not only crawling and cruising, but he's standing -- look ma, no hands! -- for up to about 30 seconds at a time. Most of the time he and Edith play together quite nicely That is, until he comes over with the special intention of knocking all of Edith's carefully arranged toys onto the floor. "Baby dinosaur, ROAR!" I told Edith yesterday.
Atticus is a smiley joy with one exception: his teeth. His four front ones are in, and he likes to use them ... on me. Arm, shoulder, stomach, leg -- whatever is handy.
But my little boy is getting more and more interesting and interested every day. And his red hair gets attention practically everywhere we go! Nope, he's no longer a newborn. He's much more fun!
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016
New York Grocery Flashback
On Saturday I had a strange sensation of being back in Brooklyn.
The calendar still said January, but the thermometer was at about 50 degrees. I needed an ingredient -- to make a Brooklyn Blackout Cake, as chance would have it -- so Edith and I decided to walk to the grocery store. I think I had three things on my grocery list, so I brought one reusable bag.
Of course, those three items quickly became 18. Macaroni was 50 cents a box! Cans of pure pumpkin, too! My bag quickly filled, and I needed two more.
And so, just like in New York, I was left carrying home way too many heavy, awkward groceries several blocks without the use of a car. Only this time I was trying to track a toddler too.
I balanced the bags as best I could, although there's only so much you can do when you have a gallon of orange juice in the mix. Of course we made it home, and my sore hands were only slightly worse for the wear.
Yeah, it was inconvenient, but a first-world problem for sure. Besides, it's nice to know that I still have the touch -- and can accurately gauge just how many groceries my poor little arms can handle.
The calendar still said January, but the thermometer was at about 50 degrees. I needed an ingredient -- to make a Brooklyn Blackout Cake, as chance would have it -- so Edith and I decided to walk to the grocery store. I think I had three things on my grocery list, so I brought one reusable bag.
Of course, those three items quickly became 18. Macaroni was 50 cents a box! Cans of pure pumpkin, too! My bag quickly filled, and I needed two more.
And so, just like in New York, I was left carrying home way too many heavy, awkward groceries several blocks without the use of a car. Only this time I was trying to track a toddler too.
I balanced the bags as best I could, although there's only so much you can do when you have a gallon of orange juice in the mix. Of course we made it home, and my sore hands were only slightly worse for the wear.
Yeah, it was inconvenient, but a first-world problem for sure. Besides, it's nice to know that I still have the touch -- and can accurately gauge just how many groceries my poor little arms can handle.
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