October 6th, 2011 by Matt | 6 Comments
Last Sunday night, Sasha was eating her dinner—noodles!—at the little coffee table in the living room, and I was sitting behind her, on the couch, in my underwear. (Yeah, I lounge around the house in my underwear. So?) All of a sudden, Sasha turned around and pointed at my crotch. “What’s that?” she asked. “What?” [...]
August 29th, 2011 by Matt | 4 Comments
It was not much more than a week ago that I lamented Sasha’s slow toilet training, enumerating the many, many places she has managed to pee (e.g., on her bike seat, on a cafe chair) while marveling at the sole instance of her actually pissing in a toilet in front of me. Well, much has [...]
August 18th, 2011 by Matt | 1 Comment
In her diaper. Through her diaper. Through the infinitesimal crack between her diaper and her thigh. In her bed. On the couch. In her undies. In her undies and her shorts. On a chair at the Van Leeuwen ice cream cafe. (Afterwards: “I didn’t pee on your face, Daddy!”) On her bike seat. On the [...]
August 9th, 2011 by Matt | No Comments
No, that’s not a typo. Since Saturday afternoon, Sasha’s been ill with—as the doctor told us yesterday—coxsackievirus, a.k.a. hand-foot-and-mouth disease. It’s sort of yucky: painful sores in her mouth, lots of drooling (and complaining), bloodshot eyes. But it’s manageable. Ibuprofren deals with the pain well enough that Sasha can eat, and when she’s not hungry, [...]
