Category Archives: Little One #2

The search began in the kitchen. Under the table? Behind a chair? In Little One #1’s backpack (hey, it’s happened before)? No, no and no. The search proceeded to the living room, then downstairs. In a pile of laundry? Beside … Continue reading →

Little One #2, sensing the presence of Daytime Dad in the room, rolls over in her crib and shoves a patch of her curls out of her still-sleepy eyes. She grunts, tries to stand, then falls back into the mattress. … Continue reading →

Little One #2, who isn’t so little anymore at just more than a year old, latches on to Daytime Dad with a glue-like grip. She studies the colorful fake fish attached to the ceiling and splashes her legs in the … Continue reading →

Daytime Dad looks over Little One #2, who is a little more beautiful than the day before. It’s late, sometime after 2 a.m., and she isn’t exactly screaming but she isn’t exactly sleeping, either. Daytime Dad is tired, but what … Continue reading →

Little One #1 grabs his little chair and positions himself next to Daytime Dad. Our patient — Little One #2 — lies on the operating, er, changing table with a luck of puzzlement. “Doctor, we need the Desitin,” Daytime Dad … Continue reading →

She came out crying, her 7-pound, 14.3-ounce body squirming like an inch worm. She moved both her legs, each with distinct rolls, but kept her eyes shut. Her arms hung by her delicate side, but her minuscule fingers wiggled up, … Continue reading →