Saturday, April 30, 2005


Aizay prefers hominids. It was difficult to get him to take any interest in the other animals at the Lincoln Park Zoo. He preferred looking at a handful of gorilla gorilla specimens and the myriad examples of homo sapiens. Posted by Hello

Monday, April 18, 2005


Every Saturday, now, Aizay and Christine go to swimming lessons at the recreation center. Last time, Aizay did not liked getting dunked under water, but this time he took to it like a fish. Fortunately, Grandma and Grandpa were on hand to see Aizay re-enact the previous week's dunking, with the blue ducky playing the part of Aizay. Posted by Hello

Friday, April 08, 2005

The demon baby of Fleet Street.


With the arrival of his 4th tooth, Aizay has discovered a taste for raw human flesh. It's a lot of work to continually supply him with such tastey morsels, but we've cultivated a relationship with a barber on Fleet St. who seems to have a connection. Hey, we don't ask questions.

Okay, there's no fooling you...it's beets. Y'ever notice how there's no such thing as pureed beets for babies? The reason, of course, is reddish poop. I wonder how many emergency-room visits have been avoided simply by not offering American babies Gerber Beets?

On a related note, I find that I'm talking about my son's poop a lot more than I suspected I would. His babysitter and I talk about his poop; his mother and I talk about it all the time; I tell stories about my son's poop to co-workers (carefully selected co-workers, mind you--even at a medical school it's considered bad manners to blurt out a report on the consistency of your son's latest production). Poop is big news in a baby's world, which makes it big news in my world, I guess.Posted by Hello

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Looks like tornado season is a little early...


If you were to assume that the state of our living room was the result of adult humans engaging in purposeful yet messy behavior, you would have to assume those people were engaged in the following tasks: Doing the taxes; paying the bills; reading 5 novels; listening to 2 audiobooks; reading about the first year of life; and watching a few DVDs. Simultaneously, and without regard for the person who'd someday have to come along and clean it all up. This picture really does not do it justice.

But if you look at this picture carefully, you'll note the presence of another possible cause. I'll give you a hint: his butt is sticking up in the air. Up until recently, although we didn't have time to do things thoroughly, such as clean the house, we were able to keep everything more or less picked up. But since Aizay has begun to crawl, pull himself up, and creep upright along the furniture...it's like living with a tiny funnel cloud. And while no politician will fly over us and declare us a disaster area...still we know that it's true.Posted by Hello