Nola just hurled 4 times in a 20-minute span. And not just a minor spit-up - I’m talking stomach-emptying vomits. I’m equal parts frustrated, puke coated and worried. I need to call the DR and get her back in. I don’t think it’s a stomach flu that decides to rear its head every 3 days. [...]
We seemed to be in the clear following Monday’s barrage of mess. Nola went to her re-check on Wednesday, and the pediatrician said it was most likely a stomach virus and that we should continue giving her Pedialyte for the next few days - at least an ounce every two hours. Following the appointment, I [...]
Between 10:30AM and 11:30AM yesterday morning, Nola vomited 11 times and, by the sixth time, it had turned as yellow as egg yolk. Six outfits, my shirt and pants, a book, the rug, her chair, the floor - everything was covered in her sickness. My beautiful baby girl was as white a cotton ball, her [...]
Nola slept until 9:15 this morning, which is entirely my fault.
On Wednesday night I cooked a delicious breakfast-for-dinner meal of sweet potato country fries and an omelette with locally grown green pepper, pork chop and apple. It was the kind of feast that required coffee, even though it was well past the 6PM hour.
Today my daughter turns four-months old, which is why I’ve decided to smack you all in the face with one of the biggest cliches of all time: They grow up so fast.
Here’s another: Where does the time go? Suddenly my little one insists on holding her own bottle while she eats.
Anything that can be [...]
Working from home has been a steady breeze thus far. Sometimes that breeze blows a little harder, though, and on days like today it feels more like a gale-force wind. Nola is a spectacular baby and she makes it relatively easy for me to get my work done and be a dad. My days are [...]
Seven years ago, I woke up in my childhood bedroom with Constance sleeping next to me. Rain was spitting against the window, and even if there hadn’t been a Philadelphia Eagles blanket affixed to the wall with thumbtacks, keeping the outside world out, it still would have been dark.
Alanis Morissette might believe it to be [...]
Constance called me in a tizzy this morning because People.com ran the salacious headline, “Rebecca Romijn Recruits Jerry O’Connell As Mr. Mom.”
“That is so dumb,” I said. “It makes it sound like she had to bribe him to take over her job or something.”
“I get so angry about stuff like that,” she said. “It’s [...]
Nola woke up too early on Saturday morning, so instead of wiling away the day in the comforting confines of our bed, I waddled to the kitchen in a half-stupor to begin making breakfast. As I reached for a banana, I noticed that our street was blowing bubbles. Upon closer inspection – and following the [...]
As most of you know, back in my teen years I was morbidly obese. Almost 500 pounds, actually, and I lost all of the weight by the time I was 19 through diet, exercise and a crippling fear of the reaper (with all due respect, Blue Oyster Cult).
Even before we had Nola, I was afraid [...]