ChattaBaby

My Sarah

I started this site when you were a baby, your sister's age.  It was to chronicle your every developmental step.  I was supposed to write about your first teeth, solid foods, steps, words.  I thought I might take a lot of photographs of you and post them, maybe videos.   As I revisit the archives, I realize I told only a small part of your story. 

I should have written about those Saturdays when Mommy had to go to work and you insisted on wearing camouflage shorts like me , only you didn't own a pair and so flowers had to do...and they didn't "do" as you stole comparative glances  of our bottom halves all day.

There was that time when Mommy went on a trip and it was just you and me for a week.  You caught a cold, a fever but your demeanor was upbeat throughout.  You knew I would break.

I should have told of how it feels when I leave for work, throwing a glance at the front door as I'm getting into my car and there you are in tears because you didn't get the chance to kiss me goodbye.

I told you tonight that I wanted you to stop growing and stay small so I could always carry you around and kiss you and you told me you would always kiss me even if you had to stand up.

Tomorrow you start kindergarten.  At 7:45 we are going to walk up that steep hill we have walked up so many times before.  I wonder what you will be thinking. 

I will be thinking of your future, wondering how much things will change when you walk through that door and greet your new life, wondering if i have frittered away those days when I mattered.

Sarah, I love you more than I ever thought I could love.  I am so proud of what you are. 

More Love, Less Sleep Part II

More Love, Less Sleep Part I

Chattababy Part II

I haven't posted in a spell so you may not know that baby #2 was due yesterday and is giving no signs of wanting to depart from Megan's uterus.  It is also worth mentioning that this baby is a giant.  Although Megan is wearing her tough guy face I can see that she is in a whole lot of discomfort which consequently disallows her from soundly sleeping.   It is for this reason that we have decided to force baby#2's exit early Monday morning.  Please keep us in your prayers this weekend as the laws of physics involved with what's to come make me a bit queasy.  Love, Barry

Seaside, FL

I thought they gave you a box.

I received a call the last week from what sounded like another credit card solicitation.  The caller asked specifically for Megan who happened to be at work so I asked if he wanted to talk to me.  The caller went on, and I'm paraphrasing here, he said we had been selected to be a Nielsen TV rating family.  He said we'd get a diary...three actually!  One for each TV set we have.  He asked that we keep a detailed account of our television viewing for 1 week.  I of course agreed and he said in turn we would be compensated with the sum of $30.   He didn't lie.  We got our packet yesterday and as I opened the slick blue, white and green envelope, $30 cash fluttered to the floor like confetti.  Who mails cash?  It feels strangely like a back room arrangement.  Regardless,  I wonder how honest we are going to be in our record keeping efforts.  I wonder if starting this thursday I won't be watching a little more PBS and a little less E!.

chattababy: summer bulletin

In case you haven't heard: baby#2 is on the way, due in November.  The ultra sound semi-conclusively identified the fetus as a girl.  Not sure on the name yet but we have effectively ruled out Hillary Rodham S_______.

Sarah is getting ready to start preschool full time this fall.  She will also begin a dance class which when mentioned, incites pants pee peeing (hers, not mine).  Aunt Jen has some great photos up on her site of Sarah attending a gymnastics class this past spring, among other great pics (including the one in this post).

Barbies have entered into the equation.  Not sure when it happened but role playing with barbie-type dolls have become our favorite post-dinner activity.  Barbie's friends Ariel and Cinderella have been known to hijack the pink corvette with there children Ariel Jr. and Cinderella Jr. which happen to be PEZ dispensers cast in their own image...oh, the charmed life of a princess.  My long-term goal not only involves me owning a PEZ dispenser cast in MY image, but also tooling around in a pink sports car with Barry Jr. tenderly strapped into the passenger seat. 

"would you like a piece of candy shaped like medication, Barry Sr.?"

"Oh, Barry Jr.  you always seem to know when I need something tart to suck on."

just plain wacky

Crewmutts

Seriously, that's what it's called. I was shopping the gigantic sale at jcrew.com and wondered what crewmutts was, so I clicked on it. WHAT?!?!

I think this DOG sweater costs $45.00.

the richest man in town

I hope everyone had a super holiday.  We are getting back on track which entails massive amounts of clean-up and organization, figuring out how these new toys are going to coincide with the old ones.  Having a full day together, the three of us with no work or other obligations was pretty special.