February 28, 2009
Posted: October 21, 2008 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys 17 CommentsAccording to the ultrasound man, we can expect this at 7am that day:
Update: since we can’t really put a baby boy into that adorable pink heart skull onesie, here’s my new choice.
Which do YOU like better? (And don’t say neither – seriously, they’re BOTH so great, right?)
Cookie Jar #6
Posted: October 20, 2008 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys 15 CommentsA long time ago (read: when the Romgi was in Korea – the first time), I really, really wanted cookies. But I didn’t have any. I also didn’t have a cookie jar, which would have been cool because then I could have bought cookies and put them in the jar for double awesomeness.
Instead I decided to make a list of things that I was glad for, or that made me happy like cookies would have. Ideally I would’ve written each thing on a separate scrap of paper and put it into a jar, but I just made a list in my handy red notebook.
Then it evolved into jotting down a couple things I wanted at that immediate moment – mocha almond fudge ice cream, for example, or tickets to a particular concert.
So here are some things that I excessively like and would buy, given the resources. And yes, I know some of them are ridiculous.
Concession
Posted: August 28, 2008 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys 9 CommentsThere are a lot of fears involved in preparing to be a parent, I’ve discovered. But the Romgi and I tend to have very different types of fears.
He is afraid our baby will have two heads.
When he first brought this up, I promptly told him what a ridiculous and unlikely thing this was, so he sent me a link to a 1912 New York Times article about a two-headed baby. I figured if the best argument he could come up with was almost a century old, I could dismiss it.
Well, today the Romgi has politely pointed out that recently a two-headed baby was born in Bangladesh. And that it died soon after birth.
Ok, fine. I’ll admit that two-headed babies exist. But I will also vouch for the fact that our baby has only one head!
And, to be fair, here’s my biggest fear (equally ridiculous, I’m sure): the baby won’t like me.














