Archive for 'madrid'
I think Teo thinks prayer is just another game of Peek-a-Boo…
How romantic is it that just before Valentine’s Day I caught a virus called the kissing disease? Or maybe it’s not romantic at all since April didn’t get it too. Hmmm… Anyway, this morning while I was lying on the couch resting, April had the following conversation with one of the grandmas that drops her […]
Alleke’s teacher, Elena, and I stood at the classroom door and looked down the hallway. Alleke was sitting on a bench with her arms folded and a big lip, pretending not to notice us. “This is the first time in months Alleke hasn’t wanted to go to school,” I said to Elena. “I think I […]
“Why do you want mommy?” I asked. “What does mommy do that I don’t do?”
“She does lots of better things that you don’t do,” Alleke said.
“Where are you from?” the kid asked. He had been watching Alleke since she hopped off my lap and announced to everyone in English that she was a flamenco dancer, and then proceeded to prance and twirl up and down the aisle of the train car. The other passengers didn’t seem to mind the impromptu […]
April and I had decided not to tell Alleke we would be moving to a new apartment until after we had signed the contract. We had spent a considerable amount of effort deciding how and when we would tell Alleke about the move because we wanted her to feel as safe and secure as possible through the transition
April sat on the floor stacking blocks with Teo in her lap while I sat hunched over the table with a ruler and a pencil and a piece of paper. I made measurements, drew lines, cut out shapes and arranged them in different ways on the paper, until finally I pushed back my chair, stood […]
Teo gets his first taste of sugar. Find out if he prefers his birthday cake or a ham sandwich…
At Christmas time Americans sing about roasted chestnuts. Europeans eat them.
I always appreciate when the moms at the playground praise me for being a nurturing and involved father. I need the encouragement. Still, I often wonder what other dads think of me. How will I ever convince these men that I’m one of them?