Most weekdays, I only see Cole for a few hours at the most. Despite wishing I was more of a morning person to hang out with him and Alex, it usually waits until Cole comes to wake me. But then we get to have a few pretty cool moments.
“Daddy?” he asks. I twitch. “Dada?” My eyes open and I see his grinning face and sparkling eyes across the other side of the bed from me.
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When I walked into work this morning, our office manager took one look at me, stifled a bit of a chuckle, and asked, “Another rough night?”
“The roughest,” I replied.
“Uh-oh,” she said, which is about all the cue I needed to launch into what ended up being about a 10-minute description of last night’s “sleep”.
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Sorry for the sporadic updates. There’s always stuff going on, but sometimes things happen so slowly that you sense they won’t be interesting to anyone but Mama and Papa Monkey. 
Also, photographs are always a welcome addition to blog posts, and I keep trying too hard to make them relevant.
On that note, let me dig back a bit into the vault. Not really for my readers, but for us. Mid-August, we went on a camping trip with our friends Natalie and Steve, along with their wonderful little daughter Elise. Suffice it to say, Read the rest of this entry »
Mama Monkey and I took the week off. Originally we were going to go camping at Silent Lake, but that fell through due to illness. Both monkey and his mom are sniffly with rounds of coughing. So it was partially the potentially cold, wet nights… and partially the thought of trying to bounce him back to sleep (after sniffles/coughs wake him up) in the tent. NO thanks.
So, the weekend and Monday were basically just normal days… went to parks, took the dogs for walks, ran some errands….
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These two things are entirely unrelated. A round of Dad Negligence (in truth, actually more like Husband negligence) and a bit of the ol’ uplifting “So cool being a dad!”
Last night Cole pulled one of his 2am wakeups. I slept a genuine sleep up to the point that he sat upright-ish and started to talk to whoever would listen. This kid just doesn’t like sleep. “Baw baw dit dit yamma rid did oh,” he told the world. “Cole,” said Alex, a bit exasperated. “Ha! Rimmum mmmmm!”
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Monkey House is populated by three lovely and wonderful simians–Greg, his wife Alex, and their son Cole. He is a jack of all trades, she is a scientist/athlete, and their son is a poopsmith.