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He Takes After His Dad

February 3, 2009 5 comments

Physically, so far it seems like Emmett is totally his dad’s son – he’s stinky (hehe just kidding – sort of), he talks/gurgles in his sleep, his feet are ginormous and he’s long and lanky.  Well, I guess I was always kind of long and lanky, too.

Still, it wasn’t until James’ mom (Grandma Lucy) brought over some of James’ baby pictures that we realized how striking a resemblance Em bears to his father …

Baby James

Baby James

Apparently James was very scrunchy all the time.  Here’s an equally scrunchy picture of Emmett for comparison …

Baby Emmett

Baby Emmett

Seriously – when I first glanced at the photos,  I thought Lucy had already developed some of Emmett’s pictures.  Now we know where that chin dimple came from.

Emmett may look more like James than he does me, but it’s still too soon to tell whose personality he’ll take after.  Will he be a soccer star or a lacrosse dude?  A writer or a history buff?  Maybe he’ll just get the best of both worlds 🙂

Age Timer: 2 weeks, 4 days old

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New Year, No (Real) Baby

January 1, 2009 3 comments

Happy New Year, everyone!  We had our fingers crossed that I’d give birth before midnight last night so we’d get a tax deduction for 2008, but alas, Baby Lump apparently wasn’t ready.  Instead, James and I spent our New Year’s Eve evening out on a nice little dinner-and-a-movie date.  We opted for some Italian fare at Papa Razzi in Boston’s Back Bay – where we caught a bit of the First Night parade – and then saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (a long one, but we liked it!) at the theater near Fenway.  We were even back at the apartment in time to watch the ball drop.  I hope everyone else’s New Year’s plans weren’t ruined by the Boston snowstorm – I modified my New Year’s outfit by wearing a dress with tights and my bright red galoshes (picture) because of the snow.  It was quite a fashion statement :o)

James and me before our dinner-and-a-movie date.

James and me before our New Year's dinner-and-a-movie date.

We may not have had a real baby to join us in celebrating the New Year, but we did have a baby to hang out with on Christmas day.  I mentioned before that my oldest sister, Adrienne is also pregnant.  Well, since we didn’t want our unpregnant sister, Lauren to feel left out, Adrienne bought her an instant infant (“cute as a friggin’ button, with all the fun and practically none of the poop”) this Christmas.  Needless to say, Instant Infant got a little curious as he was checking out the apartment on Christmas day …

Instant Infant wants a diaper change & helps with dirty dishes.

Instant Infant welcomes diaper changes and even helps with the dirty dishes!

Instant Infant hangs out in the bathroom, likes sports, & apparently is not afraid of heights.

Instant Infant enjoys hanging out in the bathroom, likes sports & apparently is not afraid of heights.

Instant Infant already comes Web-savvy!

Instant Infant already comes Web-savvy!

Oven Timer: 38 weeks, 3 days

A False Alarm? How Cliché!

December 24, 2008 4 comments
Oops ... ?

Oops ... ? (hanging out in the triage room)

Well – I’ve made it!   I’m 37 weeks pregnant this week, which means I’m officially full-term and Baby Lump could grace us with his/her presence literally any day now.  So hey – how about a dry run to the hospital?

Yesterday, I had sort of a suspicion that I was leaking some amniotic fluid, which is well, not good.  It wasn’t really concerning me that much, but James basically forced me to call my doctor anyway just to be safe.  The nurse I spoke with was a little concerned, so she advised us to head on over to labor and delivery.  I was really nonchalant about the whole thing since I was convinced everything was fine; we grabbed our hospital bags, hailed a cab, and I shot “Look what you made us do” looks at James all the way to the hospital.

Well, I was right.  Everything was fine with Baby Lump.  It was basically a waste of time.  Although it was pretty cool to be hooked up to the external fetal monitor and get a practice run under our belts.  Thanks to the tour we took a few weeks ago, we knew just where to go and what to do.  And yes, James was correct that calling the doctor was the right thing to do – it’s better safe than sorry!  Let’s hope when it’s the real thing, James and I are just as calm as we were yesterday (but can we have less traffic, please?).

Oven Timer: 37 weeks, 2 days

“Can Our Kid Call Me ‘Old Man’?”

July 31, 2008 1 comment

James asked me that yesterday.  “You actually want to be called ‘Old Man’?” I asked.

It caught me by surprise – I couldn’t believe it.  There’s definitely a male-female divide here.  When we reach a certain age, we females stereotypically lie about our ages, buy anti-wrinkle cream and dread our next birthday, and here James is, 21 years old, wanting to be called an old man?  Weird.

First of all, I think there are a few requirements for being called “Old Man.”  The flavor of our lump would have to be a boy.  I don’t think there are many girls who walk around saying, “Yeah – me and my old man are gonna go hammer up some dry wall.”

Another thing is, to my knowledge, you don’t address your father as “Old Man” directly.  You’re not like, “Hey!  OLD MAN!  Can I borrow the Subaru?”  Instead, you use “Old Man” when you’re talking about him to your friends.  Again, “Yeah – me and my old man are gonna go hammer up some dry wall” (said by male offspring).

Don’t you also have to be kind of cantankerous and curmudgeon-like to be called “Old Man”?  These are definitely not adjectives that can be used to accurately describe James.  The kid’s whole face smiles when his mouth smiles.

Of course, I could be completely wrong about all of this.  What do I know, anyway?  Opinions?  (Sorry, James.)

Also, apparently I can find an icanhascheezburger image relative to each of my posts.

Oven Timer: 16 weeks, 3 days

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