The Pook traveled to Red Wing, MN with us for our annual and his first Thanksgiving family get-together. He was his typical sleepy, content airplane self on the way there (it was, after all, the 5th flight he had taken in his 4 1/2 months). After some rejoice-worthy napping Thanksgiving morning, he got a serious case … Continue reading First Thanksgiving and my fear of flying
Dear Charlie, You're 4 months old now - well, 4 1/2 months. I successfully keep you alive, clean (sort of), fed, prepare dinner, and stay only slightly behind on laundry. Cut me some slack with the timeliness here. You're a huge goofball at this age, and judging by your father, I don't see that changing anytime soon. … Continue reading 4 months – A Letter to Charlie
When Will gets home from work in the evening after a 10- or 12-hour day, he asks how our day was and what we did. Not critical, like, "What did you do all day," but with genuine interest. Usually my response amounts to something like, "Uh, we went to the grocery store." I swear I'm busy all. Day. … Continue reading What we do.
The microwave that beeps FIVE TIMES when done cooking. Who needs FIVE beeps to tell them their food is done?! Doesn't everyone stand 6" away from it in anticipation of their impending snack anyway, like me? Creaking floors. I've mapped a route from the living room to Pook's crib that is the least creaky. It requires climbing over objects … Continue reading Things that wake my kid up (AKA the bane of my existence)
Five weeks ago we left New Orleans, where we called home for the past three years, to move up to Hartford, CT. We've traded our costumes for snowsuits. No, seriously. It already snowed here. In October. See?: The three-day drive (Yes, three effing days.) was no less of a shit-show than you would expect when trekking 1400 miles with two … Continue reading How did we get here?
This is the worst kind of blog. It's about everything and nothing, and personal only to me without hopes of entertaining anyone in particular. Somehow we've managed to move further and further away from family in the past few years, and now have 3 cities-full of close friends that we've left behind. Consider this our Arvin-life arsenal. … Continue reading “First blog post” (AKA baby doesn’t nap long enough to come up with a clever title)