I took Armand Z. Pogue, also known as Mini-Me, also known as Son-of-Mine, to the orthopedist yesterday for what we all hope will be the last time. You may recall that he wore full leg casts for a while to correct a case of clubfoot, which ultimately required surgery. It was a minor surgery, but of course, when you’re a parent of a seven-month old heading into the operating room, no surgery is “minor.” Continue reading ‘Trusting the doctors’
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And I know I’m not the only one to feel like that. I think it’s funny though, how some things seem to be a waste of time (like cleaning the house — I mean, it’s just going to get dirty again) while others seem to go by in the blink of an eye (like your wedding day).
I experienced one of those “not lasting long enough” moments this past weekend when my son celebrated his first birthday. Continue reading ‘Sometimes, there’s no time’
I have seen many things and people in my life, but I have never – NEVER – seen such an expression of pure naked avarice as I did last week from my one-year-old son Armand. We were running by Toys R Us, as I was in the mood to get him something new. I was figuring a car would be nice – he likes pushing around plastic cars, and I was all set to get him something nifty and appropriately nerd-friendly like a toddler-friendly Batmobile or Mach 5 or some such. Armand had other ideas. Continue reading ‘Simple is better’
I don’t have a pet.
Shocking, I know — especially if you’re a faithful reader of the Blue House Blog. It may seem that everyone here has a furry companion waiting on the stoop when they get home. And that perception would be fairly accurate. I think I am one of maybe three magazine staffers who is sans critter. But (guilt) I’m OK with that.
Not that there hasn’t been ample opportunity to adopt the seemingly endless supply of strays that wander
through the neighborhood. I think the word is out among street dogs; “Want a home? Go to the Blue House. There are still three people inside that don’t have dogs yet.” It wouldn’t surprise me to find them all lined up outside the door one morning. Sitting there, all combed and smiling, begging for a family. Continue reading ‘Outnumbered’
My partner, Eliese, has wanted a dog for years. I did my best to dodge this request because I’ve had little experience with dogs, I think dogs are high maintenance and I’m quite accustomed to my footloose and fancy-free ways. I was hesitant to the thought of being responsible for something that would change my life so dramatically. Continue reading ‘Puppy Mama’
