About 3:08 PM today, Sasha opened the door to my home office and walked in. This is usually where I say something like, “Not right now, Sasha. Daddy’s working.” But, I don’t know, she looked different. Kind of sad. I gestured at her to climb up into my arms and...
(It’s Sasha and Norah’s bedtime, and I’m laying at the foot of Sasha’s bed; the room is pitch black.) “Twinkle twinkle, little star–DADDY!! NO!! DON’T SING WITH ME!!” “I thought we’re supposed to sing together.” “No, I sing it, then you sing it!” “Okay.” “Twinkle twinkle little starHow I wonder...
My dad bought some Girl Scout Cookies a week or so ago, which he’s mostly kept hidden in his bedroom. I don’t blame him; any cookies left out in the General Population area of our house would disappear faster than a dead oak in a woodchipper. I don’t have much...
All three of us were in our bedroom, Evi hanging clean laundry on a clothes rack and Baby Sasha and I doing nothing in particular on the bed. I don’t remember why, but I lost track of Sasha for a moment. On Evi’s side of the bed, I stood up...
There was a time when membership in Generation X meant you were young, wild, and carefree. Commercials for brands like Mountain Dew or Coors Light featured Gen Xers–replete with dreadlocks, piercings, and tattoos–snowboarding, bungee jumping, or skydiving while loud grunge music played. The obvious subliminal message was, If you drink...
A few weeks ago, Evgeniya convinced me to take a morning off to join her and Sasha at some baby-related event at the Cape Coral Public Library. I can’t remember which event it was, as the library hosts several, such as Baby Rhyme Time, Baby Story Time, Baby Music Time,...
Baby Sasha seemingly learns something new every day. I’d like to say she’s “early” or “ahead of schedule” but the truth is, I have no idea when the hell babies are supposed to do anything. Do they start walking at 10 months or five years? When are they supposed to...
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