A bloggy odyssey into parenthood.
Owen: I’m Dad today! Me: Oh, really? What are you going to do today? Owen: I’m going to smoke cigars. Me: Anything else? Owen: Yes. Drink bourbon. Me: Are you going to get any work done? Owen: No, I’m going to shave wood. Me: What? Owen: BLAM RANG JANGLE!
What do you do on a perfect fall Sunday morning in New England? You go apple picking with your good friends the Kohlers.
Out for a hike yesterday, the first day of fall. More pictures here.
I’m temporarily iPod-less, so I’ve been leafing through old books of mix CDs in the car. Big mistake. Here’s Owen’s new favorite song:
My son becomes a man:
What happens when you leave a can of (supposedly) empty unsweetened baking cocoa within the reach of a certain 14-month-old? This:
Our little Owen (a.k.a Odie, a.k.a Ode) is now one. He actually had his birthday November 21, but he’s sort of a handful, and this is the first time I’ve felt sane enough to sit down and pause for a few moments of child-related reflection. He’s tons of fun — so little and happy. I [...]
Our boy is now more than nine months old. Where does the time go? Because so many people have asked me in the weeks since I wrote about Owen as an infant, I will say here, for the record, that I no longer believe my son is trying to kill me. Since making his debut [...]
My new favorite picture of my son, as taken by my mother during her and my sister’s visit last week: As of today, he’s pretty much crawling. Pray for us.
No, it was not supposed to be over a month before I wrote in here again. What can I say? The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak. Or maybe it’s the other way around. All I know is, after I spend the daylight hours writing about movie stars and new music, I find [...]