Rory has a big head, like 90th percentile size head. It doesn’t look abnormally large—he is like 85th percentile for height too so he doesn’t look like an orange on a toothpick—but it is a big head. Sometimes that head gets a little over his skis and BOOM, Rory goes bonk bonk. To be honest,Continue reading “Bonk Bonk”
Tag Archives: Rory
Uhhh…
My son may have eaten poop today. It was his own poop, so that’s not as bad as eating someone else’s poop, but I think he ate poop. How do you look at your son the same after (allegedly) eating poop? So here’s what happened. Rory went down for a nap around 2:30. He’s beenContinue reading “Uhhh…”
Da-Da
Rory has been a blabbermouth for a few months now, constantly making what we call dolphin noises. “Ah-ah-ah” over and over again. From bed, we can say “ah” to him in the mornings when he’s awake but still in his crib and he responds with an “ah” back to use. It’s adorable. That is theContinue reading “Da-Da”
Daylight Sucks Time
I’ve heard for years from other parents about how Daylight Savings Time sucks. It’s not that I didn’t believe them, I just had no point of reference to truly understand how it affects children. It’s like when someone says how much running a marathon (or any distance really) sucks. I mean, I am sure itContinue reading “Daylight Sucks Time”
Poop
Yesterday, my son could not poop. He’s never been a consistent pooper—usually every 3-4 days—but it’s never been a huge issue before. He will have what we call a poop ball (a small, round, hard-ish poop) then usually a blowout within 24 hours. However, yesterday was a different story. He was on about day fiveContinue reading “Poop”
Mountain Goat
OK, we have a problem. My son started crawling, then started walking, then started walking a lot, then started to use pillows to get onto the furniture. Now he is constantly climbing onto the furniture without pillows. Like, constantly. My wife and I just sat around the ottoman for literally 20 minutes as he climbedContinue reading “Mountain Goat”
Food
I can’t, for the life of me, understand why my son hates food. He loves formula—loves it. Nothing is better than formula. And everything is better than real food. His preference is to let the food into his mouth then quickly spit it out. Or he picks it up, looks for the dog, drops it,Continue reading “Food”
Diapers
Hello. Do you have a minute? I’d like to talk to you about Jesus Christ reusable diapers. I thought of this because today my son unloaded in his diaper, and I had to clean it. Clean it, you say? Don’t you just throw it away? No. We do not. We have reusable diapers. My wifeContinue reading “Diapers”
Stop Growing Up!
My son started walking the other day. Walking! What?! How is that possible. He turns one in less than a month. This shouldn’t be happening! He should still be falling asleep in my arms and making funny little cooing noises at me while farting. Everything is happening so fast. I mean, I still distinctly rememberContinue reading “Stop Growing Up!”
Target
COVID has forced a number of changes in my life. Because of our son, we have severely limited our contact with the outside world and basically eliminated his. Outside of walks and going to the pool or my mother-in-laws, Rory doesn’t leave our house. It’s…repetitive. My wife and I haven’t gone out to eat inContinue reading “Target”
