When my niece, Abby, was born, my sister and brother-in-law told me they were committed to visiting Boston twice a year so that I could be more a part of her life, and so she could see where I live.
They’ve done just that.
Now that I have two nephews, the same philosophy holds true.
And this weekend, the boys — and their sister and their parents — came to visit me.
Like Abby’s first visit, it was a low-key weekend, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have fun. Continue reading
Dear Marc and Ian,
I know how tough it must be to be two months old.
After all, I was a baby once too, and I lived through it with your big sister, Abby.
All you do is sleep, eat, cry, and poop, over and over again. Without even saying what you want, people pamper you and attend to your every need.
Yes, I know. It’s very hard work, and that’s why you’re always sleeping.
But I have to tell you, boys: sleeping all the time means you’re missing out on some really cool stuff. Continue reading
Unless it’s, you know, a booty call or something, you never want the phone to ring after 12 a.m. Especially if you’ve been out, and you’re, well, not sober. Because when people call after midnight, it’s usually not for a good reason.
But sometimes the phone rings after midnight for a good reason. A very good reason. Continue reading
Minnesota has them. Doublemint has them. Jennifer Lopez has them. The Olsen family has them too. And in March, so will my sister and brother-in-law.
That’s right: I’m going to be an uncle again — and again — because my sister is pregnant with twins! Identical ones. Continue reading
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