So, I am finally an uncle. Was beginning to think that The Sprite would be the only next-gen kid in our family, but my little sister, Smurf as she is affectionately known, gave birth to Lola Amelie last week. I'm happy to report mother, father and child are doing well adjusting to their new life together. Having been a parent for over five years now, and having gone through teething and potty-training, the terrible-twos and the know-it-all-threes, it's hard to remember quite what it was like in those brutal first six months of baby boot camp. I look back on those times fondly, in fact I kind of miss them. I semi-jokingly told ElectricMommy last week that we should have another. HaHa, that conversation ended quickly. So, if I can think back to 2004, maybe I can pull some nuggets of helpful advice for my Sis and Neice. I remember going out to eat more in the first six months than any other time since. We could put The Sprite into the car seat and take him anywhere. And he would s...
"He's plugged on, tuned in and dropped out..."