The other day I after I got home from my one day a week of work I was sitting on the floor playing guitar. Our squishy little baby was enthralled. He was clinging to the guitar and pulling himself up onto his knees. It was a sterling moment. He knelt there, awkwardly teetering and my […]Read more "Pride goeth before the fall"
How old does a kid need to be before you can start forcing it to learn piano, guitar, drums, and xylophone? I am a sloppy, undisciplined guitar player because I had to learn on the streets in my teens and I don’t want that for my son. The way I see it until he can articulate […]Read more "Living vicariously"
So this might be the weirdest thing yet; I miss working. I didn’t expect this. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but it’s still a job. Not counting the frenetic, clumsy attempts at administrative tasks that just can’t be put off any longer, I’ve worked one day a week for the last six […]Read more "Job envy"
You hear all about it. Babies are supposed to get like six colds a year. It’s no big deal. Rudimentary immune systems, blah blah blah. We thought we’d seen him have a cold. He would sniffle and cough a bit here and there. Have a runny nose. Well, eight months in and we have our […]Read more "Babies get sick"