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The Babyman

Maybe We’re Doing Something Right

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We went to our favorite soda fountain this weekend, the one that fits in with my fantasy of what life in a small Midwestern town should be like.
The tin ceiling and gleaming mirrors behind the long marble counter are straight out of set design. The two women who own the shop bustle about delivering meals [...]

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New Eyes

October 28, 2009

She is slight, with curly blond hair and a wide smile. She is soft-spoken and modest and has the air of a girl sheltered from the ugliness of the world.
I show her into the family room. I am embarrassed by the stains on the carpet and damp with perspiration from a frantic, last-minute attempt to [...]

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Nap Attack

August 24, 2009

I talk about The Babyman’s sleep habits a lot. Specifically, his naps.
With his health issues and terrible reflux as an infant, his sleep was always hard-won and therefore, very precious. The first five weeks of his life were miserable for everyone—especially The Babyman. His undiagnosed laryngomalacia and resulting reflux combined to make him scream bloody [...]

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Ballad Of A Babyman

August 20, 2009

Two weeks ago I surrendered my Nikon D80 to the fine folks at BestBuy. The auto-focus wasn’t working.
Now, if you know anything about the D80, you know that this is a camera meant to be used on manual. Any photographer worth her salt could cope with using the manual focus. So why didn’t I just [...]

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Roar!

August 7, 2009

Do you know Amanda?
Well, if you don’t, you are missing something special. It seems weird to say this, but in a lot of ways, Amanda is my online conscience. She has three stunning girls and a marriage she works hard at, and she juggles a lot. But mostly what Amanda does is love.
I dare you [...]

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Year One

August 6, 2009

My darling boy,
You are my sweetheart, my love, my Babyman. You are the moon to your sister’s sun, your gravitational pull keeps me grounded. You wake up every morning with a Cheshire cat grin on your small face, and you raise up your arms to me, pointing to the door.
Today, my son, you are one.
Twelve [...]

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Boy

July 26, 2009
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Month Eleven

July 7, 2009

Being here, at my mother’s house, reminds me of making bottles late at night, fumbling my way in an unfamiliar kitchen.
The Babyman has been here only twice before: In October we spent three weeks here, before his baptism, and again at Christmas, for just three harried days. The last time we were here, he was [...]

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