Parent as Teacher: daddy’s log week 4 1

This week m begins the transfer to part time day care with a baby sitter share. She’ll be taken care of by a bright young woman who cares for the 2 year old of another member of the community here. As part of the transition, today I attended a Parents as Teachers class which m ...

The box canyon of your dreams 2

The box canyon of your dreams
Shiprock is not necessarily a place to stay; it’s a place to live while you visit other places near by. We’d had enough of staying home for the weekends and decided to take our first getaway to the mountain village of Telluride, Colorado. We left on Friday night and drove a little more than two ...

Unpacking 2

Unpacking
All our worldly possessions were delivered on Monday, and we’ve spent every spare moment since unpacking and putting things away. It’s a stressful and tiring process, but at the end of a week we live in a home without boxes (mostly), books on shelves, pictures on walls. M is a lot more emphatic about this ...

The move-in day that wasn’t 1

He called on Tuesday to tell us he’d delivery our goods on Friday. We were excited. Less than two weeks on an air mattress and we have just had enough of it, the noise it makes when one of us moves, the way one of us bounces in it when the other tries to get ...

Daddy’s Log, baby day 5

We are officially five days into our new journey as father and daughter, with daddy spending all day with little m. So far, results are mixed. Without our furniture and especially m’s toys, we are having a difficult time getting into a routine, and sleep has been a real problem. I’ve managed, in the last ...

Rave Runs 5

Rave Runs
We’ve officially been in our house for just over a week today. The first three days I didn’t have time to run. We were so busy trying to get the house cleaned and painted; driving back and forth to Farmington from Shiprock every day was a drain on gas and psyche. It’s not that far, ...

Mesa Night 1

Mesa Night
We got the call about six. “Are you guys going to mesa night?” D__ asked. “Don’t worry about bringing food; there will be plenty.” I had just dropped a platter full of homemade enchiladas in the oven, the first full meal I had cooked in our new home, our new kitchen. They were made with ...

Homeless no more 2

At long last our cross-country journey ended. We arrived to no fanfare and an empty house, weeds growing out of a dusty backyard, and two maintenance men standing in our new dining room. They were there for the inspection, which went smoothly enough. The house was in decent enough shape, though the weeds in the ...