Sentencing Has Commenced

Up till now, he’s been babbling: lots of words, phrases, fragments. The only sentence-like things he’s uttered has been phrases he’s picked up wholesale, like song lyrics (“I like you”) and titles. But yesterday, our boy strung together a sentence for the first time. Was it an expression of maternal love, of deep philosophical import, …

A Week on the Wagon: Distraction Edition

Offline life kept the Dadwagon from kicking into top gear this week. Matt was off cultivating his new gig, prowling around Ireland with limited Internet access, and thus leaving his wife to deal with a potential day-care crisis. Nathan was filing steadily from jury duty, which provided both quiet time and just enough slow-grinding court …

Brooklyn Tornado: Why Ask (Me) Why?

As Nathan so capably described earlier today, we got a sprinkle yesterday in Brooklyn. I happened to be with JP during the brief, watery blitzkrieg, exposed to the Brooklyn elements, which means rows of overpriced brownstones, fancy-pants cheese shops, and the hungry millions of yuppies wondering where, if anywhere, a tree will now grow in …