Sunday, April 13
Monday, April 7
Bad Mothering, Food Choices Part II
Em was out of town at the big southern wedding fete. All I could muster was Capt##n Kr#nch and T*p R#men. But he sure does love sweets and noodles!!!!
Visiting BUMC
Here is the lil monster as we are waiting for the bus after visiting "Mommy Working" on Friday. Since Em was going off to Holly & Doanie's big southern/vietnamese wedding extravaganza straight from work we decided to head out for a field trip to say goodbye. Of Course this was the day that decided to POUR rain - but we braved it and took the #1 bus down Mass. Ave, past the symphony hall that we see every day in our Elmo Peter & the Wolf DVD and all the way out to the end of the world. The monkey had great fun on the bus ride - He sat in his own seat by the window and watched for diggers, school buses and big trucks and commented on all of them LOUDLY when they appeared. At the hospital he was a little taken aback by all the scrub & white coat wearing co-workers who came by to say hi & give him some love. But he warmed up as soon as he was directed to his own little computer terminal. We had lunch in the cafeteria - which makes me wonder - why is it that hospitals have such Awful, Awful food. Anyways I took this snap as we waited for the #1 to wisk us back home again for hot cocoa and a nap.
Tuesday, April 1
Like Manna From Heaven....
Baby Cheese continued...
Of Course Lila misses her babydoll and needs to come downstairs to visit now and again and make sure that 
the lil monkey is doing everything okay. He looks kinda worried doesn't he ??
the lil monkey is doing everything okay. He looks kinda worried doesn't he ??In the park with Baby Cheese
Lila gave the lil monkey one of her baby dolls a couple of weeks ago. Since then we have gotten to see what a good daddy-type he is. He is very attentive of his baby doll - making sure to change her diapers and give her lots of b*tt paste. And occasionaly insisting that we can not leave the house without her.
Monday, March 17
The difference a day makes...
Last night Em made dinner (Dgina came over) and we had - Fresh Salmon cooked with an herb butter a la Ch*z Pannise, Asparagus lightly salted and braised with olive oil, a nice orzo salad with fresh tomatoes and feta.
Tonight I'm cooking. A thing is in the oven thats made up of two cans of tuna, two cans of campb#ll cream of mushr**m soup, frozen peas and spaghetti noodles.
Tonight I'm cooking. A thing is in the oven thats made up of two cans of tuna, two cans of campb#ll cream of mushr**m soup, frozen peas and spaghetti noodles.
Sunday, March 16
Wanna do the puzzle ?
The first time we had this conversation, (you know the time without the camera when you say to yourself OMG this is SO cute we have to get it on camera...) Em was asking him what he wanted to do today (wanna see Gorillas ??) and he said NO to everything - Until Em asked if he wanted to run out, get the times & do the crossword puzzle and then he said emphatically YES - we thought Grma Phancy would be SO proud.
Saturday, March 15
Wednesday, March 12
The Clean Team
The boys got together for some good old fashioned bathtime fun recently (this was before G. went on a water strike). It was so cute to watch them play together, but pretty soon they're going to actually outgrow the ability to play out these sort of "3 men in a tub" scenario's. Plus its just about impossible to keep the water in when they all start splashing.
Tuesday, March 11
Oops got this one wrong
My son can't be the only baby boy who likes eating the foam from the top of mama's latte - can he???Sunday, March 9
Tuesday, March 4
When he stopped liking slides
When we were in SF em tried sending him down this round slide - and then he didn't want to get on a slide again for WEEKS.
You can see why by looking at the expression on his face. He is finally going down slides again, but I was worried for awhile that maybe we had ruined him for life.
The last few weeks have been pretty good out here. Em has had a couple of weekends off which means I've had some breaks too. We have been spending LOTS of time with the neighborhood kids - Lila, Jack & Gabe - lots of playing in the snow when its warm enough to spend some time outside - and playgroups at each others houses. We are tossing around the idea of making a babysitting or pre-school co-op to start next fall - which would be AWESOME. We'll see if we can work it out as a group.
I am looking forward to the warmer weather coming soon - I am starting to make lists of activities for me & the munchkin to enjoy - like getting down to Boston Common, and the big Public Library ... only 2 or 3 months to go till Spring gets here.
You can see why by looking at the expression on his face. He is finally going down slides again, but I was worried for awhile that maybe we had ruined him for life.The last few weeks have been pretty good out here. Em has had a couple of weekends off which means I've had some breaks too. We have been spending LOTS of time with the neighborhood kids - Lila, Jack & Gabe - lots of playing in the snow when its warm enough to spend some time outside - and playgroups at each others houses. We are tossing around the idea of making a babysitting or pre-school co-op to start next fall - which would be AWESOME. We'll see if we can work it out as a group.
I am looking forward to the warmer weather coming soon - I am starting to make lists of activities for me & the munchkin to enjoy - like getting down to Boston Common, and the big Public Library ... only 2 or 3 months to go till Spring gets here.
Friday, February 29
The One that wasn't - A Day to Remember
In honor of Leap Day some folks are blogging about the babies that didn't come -
My sign in for this blog is still the name that would've gone to the first-baby that wasn't. I think there is a part of me that misses meeting her more as time goes on. Back then everything was happening so fast that it was really very surreal. We got pregnant on the absolute first try - pretty amazing for an old guy like me & frozen swimmers and no meds or anything. So we were still just running along on the high of such an easy conception when we went in for our first (about 9 week) appointment at the OB's office.
I think Em was kinda aware that things could be less than great but I had no worries at all - I was so definitely pregnant - heavy & sore b@@bs, getting sick feelings, all the fun of early pg-ness. This is what I wrote close to the time about that day ...
...and we are all watching the little TV screen and I’m waiting to see something that’s supposed to look like a dancing gummy bear- but all I see is a lot of black – no gummy bear at all. And at this point E is really quiet, and the doctor is moving the probe around and its starting to sink in to me that something is probably pretty wrong here. The NP says something about it not looking right & being really sorry and I am just going ka-ching shut everything down. She wants us to go across the street and get another scan on the super machine to confirm that there’s nobody there – but it’s pretty clear that the pregnancy hasn’t progressed (for awhile). I think that e. was crying – I don’t really remember. I was paying attention to the NP’s manner more than the actual words that she said. She left us alone & I got dressed & e. was freaked, and they sent us across the street. The fancy ultrasound lady was great – she was business-like without any of the fake I’m sorry stuff. Her brusque manner made me feel safer than a soft sympathy manner would have. She confirmed that there isn’t a baby & there hasn’t been for awhile – probably since about the 6th week – I think that it never got a heart beat.We left there and went home & to bed. The doctor’s office called later & said that if I don’t miscarry in the next week I will need to schedule a D&C. I didn’t sign on for this.
So that was on June 22, 2005 - the Wed before Queer Pride Weekend. I spent most of PRIDE 05 telling every lesbian in San Francisco that I wasn't "with child" anymore & walking around the Dyke March - which is usually so fun & revigorating for my soul... knowing that I had a body that thought I was pregnant even though I wasn't & that my almost baby was dead but my body didn't know it yet somehow.
Before this I always thought of losing a pregnancy as something that started with cramping & bleeding & not looking at a tv screen - I didn't know that my body could stay pregnant even if the fetus wasn't still developing in there -- I felt betrayed by my body which is something I don't usually feel.
I didn't "mis-carry" on my own over the next days so I basically had to have a dead baby ab*rti*n which was pretty much one of the crappiest things I've had to do -- I will be forever thankfull to Jean & to Kathy B. and to my therapist who were all so sweet & did both big & little things to take care of me that day.
My sign in for this blog is still the name that would've gone to the first-baby that wasn't. I think there is a part of me that misses meeting her more as time goes on. Back then everything was happening so fast that it was really very surreal. We got pregnant on the absolute first try - pretty amazing for an old guy like me & frozen swimmers and no meds or anything. So we were still just running along on the high of such an easy conception when we went in for our first (about 9 week) appointment at the OB's office.
I think Em was kinda aware that things could be less than great but I had no worries at all - I was so definitely pregnant - heavy & sore b@@bs, getting sick feelings, all the fun of early pg-ness. This is what I wrote close to the time about that day ...
...and we are all watching the little TV screen and I’m waiting to see something that’s supposed to look like a dancing gummy bear- but all I see is a lot of black – no gummy bear at all. And at this point E is really quiet, and the doctor is moving the probe around and its starting to sink in to me that something is probably pretty wrong here. The NP says something about it not looking right & being really sorry and I am just going ka-ching shut everything down. She wants us to go across the street and get another scan on the super machine to confirm that there’s nobody there – but it’s pretty clear that the pregnancy hasn’t progressed (for awhile). I think that e. was crying – I don’t really remember. I was paying attention to the NP’s manner more than the actual words that she said. She left us alone & I got dressed & e. was freaked, and they sent us across the street. The fancy ultrasound lady was great – she was business-like without any of the fake I’m sorry stuff. Her brusque manner made me feel safer than a soft sympathy manner would have. She confirmed that there isn’t a baby & there hasn’t been for awhile – probably since about the 6th week – I think that it never got a heart beat.We left there and went home & to bed. The doctor’s office called later & said that if I don’t miscarry in the next week I will need to schedule a D&C. I didn’t sign on for this.
So that was on June 22, 2005 - the Wed before Queer Pride Weekend. I spent most of PRIDE 05 telling every lesbian in San Francisco that I wasn't "with child" anymore & walking around the Dyke March - which is usually so fun & revigorating for my soul... knowing that I had a body that thought I was pregnant even though I wasn't & that my almost baby was dead but my body didn't know it yet somehow.
Before this I always thought of losing a pregnancy as something that started with cramping & bleeding & not looking at a tv screen - I didn't know that my body could stay pregnant even if the fetus wasn't still developing in there -- I felt betrayed by my body which is something I don't usually feel.
I didn't "mis-carry" on my own over the next days so I basically had to have a dead baby ab*rti*n which was pretty much one of the crappiest things I've had to do -- I will be forever thankfull to Jean & to Kathy B. and to my therapist who were all so sweet & did both big & little things to take care of me that day.
Friday, February 22
Photo Friday - Tranquility
This photo is from last October when we escaped with Deb & her family to Whidby Island for a weeks vacation. Sure we didn't use the rowboats on the frigid water in October - but it didn't matter - the point was we all got away - Away from the craziness of residency, away from the long days of being what feels like a single mom, away from a cranky mom, away from school, away from trying to figure everything out.There is nothing that gets me calm as quickly as a hot tub, no internet access and a ocuple of hours in the kitchen with my wife.
-- A couple hours off-duty from childcare and a wonderful view doesn't hurt either.
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