One whole year

Happy birthday, little man! Your daddy and I are so glad to celebrate this day with you (though we decided it wiser to wait until dinner time for daddy to sing “Happy Birthday” to you, rather than to wake you before he left for work). As of now–9:23 in the morning–you have been breathing oxygen for one…

Walking

Recently, I’ve been walking stooped over, neck bent, and arms hanging straight down so little fingers can grab onto my hands. It feels somewhat like a regression to an earlier stage of human locomotion, at least according to the popular “evolution of man” posters, though it actually marks Rowan’s steadfast intent to walk upright. So, for…

Carrot Face

Jason and I are learning that part of parenthood is stumbling across oddly effective methods (or is it effectively odd methods?). Take tonight’s attempt to feed Rowan carrots. Usually this kid is enthusiastic about food. Zucchini? Sweet potato? Green beans? Chicken? Squash? Yogurt? All good. Carrots? Not so much. In fact, he was making such…

The Fawn

Once, as a small child, I found an inchworm which inspired me to talk about the suitability of inchworms as pets for the remainder of the day. Not long after, during the presidential debates between the elder Bush and Bill Clinton, I informed my parents that the deciding factor was each candidate’s environmental position, especially concerning blue whale…

Five months today

So, somehow I managed to miss the other month milestones, but here we are, five months from Rowan’s birth date.He’s alive, and we’re also alive–so far, so good. We’re thankful for his growing inquisitiveness, good natured-ness and for the smile that draws out others’ smiles, be it family, friends, or new acquaintances at the grocery store.…