Category Archives: growing up

Marking the milestones (for all 3 of us)

Five-year-old Sadie is an absolute wreck as she ponders her baby brother growing up. I’m with you, Sadie. Cool Newbie turned four – FOUR! – in June, and boyhood is definitely winning over babyhood at this point.

Last night, Newbie was telling me how one of his friends at the park poured water on him. I stuck out my lower lip and laughed. Past Newbie would have wailed in offense, maybe throw a LEGO brick in displeasure. Instead, Present Newbie explained, “It’s not a joke.”

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping…


We are in the middle of the joys of moving – so joyous that we’ve done it about 10 times in the past five and a half years – but I’d be remiss to not tell you that today is Cool Boy’s birthday!

My best buddy is 7 years old today, and we’ve celebrated his special day with some of the best experiences nearby national chains have to offer.

This morning, CB and I enjoyed a Daddy-Buddy breakfast at IHOP. Then, while I worked, Cool Mum took the Cool Bros and a friend to Chuck E. Cheese. I even joined the singing of “Happy Birthday” over the phone. My extra voice was needed as Chuck E. Cheese couldn’t sing due to a “sore throat.”

Anyhow, back to moving. Feel free to leave your birthday wishes for Cool Boy below!

We stayed in a motel in Alexandria, Va. this weekend, and Cool Newbie was obsessed with the phone. The contraption was nothing like Daddy’s mostly forbidden miracle calling device that offers endless rounds of Angry Birds and Angry Birds Star Wars. The push-button phone with a handset has been relegated to toy status, and, while he knew it was the real thing, he still felt some entitlement to it.

The wireless internet went out at one point, so I called the front desk to let them know. The clerk said he would reset the router. Then Newbie looked at me with eager eyes and said, “I want to call the front desk.”


“I want to thank him for pressing the button,” echoing my answer that the front desk man was fixing the internet by “pressing a button.”

At first I didn’t want to bother the desk clerk. But then I figured we should seize this little opportunity to give him a fun, little story to tell.

I dialed ‘0’ again and told the young man who answered that the internet was working again. I then added, “Oh, and um, my three-year-old wanted to tell you something.”


Cool Newbie cradled the receiver in his hands and held it up to his face.

“Thank you for my fixing my daddy’s computer. (pause) Okay, bye.”

So. Sweet. I guess we’re doing something right some of the time with Newbie.