February 3, 2010 · 1 Comment
5 weeks.
That’s all it took. Our condo, which seemed a luxurious construction of open space when we bought it, feels more like a storage unit now than a home. Five weeks after Rhys’s birth, 800 square feet simply isn’t enough.
Time to start shopping.
Categories: Uncategorized

I’m sure that in a few weeks, we’ll have pictures that won’t involve napping.
Categories: Napping
Tagged: Rhys, Tonya
January 18, 2010 · 1 Comment
A nap seems to be in order.
Categories: Baby Stuff
Tagged: Rhys
January 14, 2010 · 1 Comment
Everyone needs a nap sometime.
Categories: Parenthood
Tagged: Marty, Rhys
December 31, 2009 · 1 Comment
I have a son. There are several issues that stem from having a boy over a girl, not the least of which is the “fountain effect.”
For those of you who don’t know, the fountain effect is when taking a diaper off of a boy, the chill causes him to spontaneously pee.
Now, I knew this. I had some experience with it, so I was prepared. The boy had a poopy diaper, so I unfastened it, and placed a baby wipe on his penis so as to avoid the dirty fountain. At this point, however, things began to go wrong. Rhys kicked, jamming his feet into his black, tarry mess. Surprised, I grabbed another wipe to get his feet clean, and forgot about the penis capping wipe. Sure enough, it moved, and he peed on his diaper, his feet, Tonya, his bedding, his eye, the wall, and the floor.
So, now I know the second lesson. Hold his feet. Firmly.
Incidentally, the nursery at St. David’s is typically a quiet place, but with every nurse in the place laughing as I explained why I needed new bedding and towels, it was, for a moment or two, a very merry place.
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December 29, 2009 · 1 Comment
Hi all, Yesterday, December 28, 2009 at 11:27am CST, Rhys Alexander Bonner Nartowicz was born. He was 7 lbs, 14 oz, and 20 inches long. Mom and baby are doing well. Dad is still a bit stunned.
Welcome Rhys!
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November 27, 2009 · 1 Comment
Monday will be our 34 weeks mark. That’s 8 1/2 months for all you monthies out there. What this means is that in two weeks, the boy will be full term. Then, we wait.
Considering this issues that we’ve had to this point, resulting in multiple miscarriages, I can’t help but get a little weepy thinking about the fact that, after 18 months of on again-off again pregnancy, we’re finally (almost) at the point of becoming parents. Well, I would get weepy, were I not a man and thus not allowed to be weepy. Solemn, perhaps, but never weepy.
Tonya’s body has become something of an inside-out jungle gym to the Bean (who, it may be said, is now the largest bean ever grown), who struggles to find comfortable laying positions. Invariably, he finds one that involves his foot in Tonya’s ribs, or his butt against her spine, or the ever popular “two feet one bladder.” It’s almost as if he’s fighting his way out, which may not be a stretch considering how big Tonya’s stomach has gotten.
In order to document the occasion, I bought what may very well be my last purchase from a company not named Gerber. I got a Flip Ultra. The rest of the day will be spent uploading crappy videos of me playing my guitar (poorly) to my youtube channel. If you’re lucky, you may get to see a video of my dogs barking, or possibly of me shaving. Under no circumstances will you see anything of value in that channel. So stop checking. Mr. Worthington.
Soon, however, you’ll get to see my beautiful son. Who will almost certainly have a cone head and look like a lizard. Just like dad.
Categories: Baby Stuff
Tonya: omg….. i was just molested by a cowboy…..i dont get paid enough for this
me: I’m going to need you to elaborate.
Tonya: some guy in tight jeans and a cowboy hat with a bolo tie that i say hi to every day, came in to my office and hugged me and tried to kiss me on the mouth…….
me: Oh, that’s just Jed. He does that to me too.
Tonya: lol
me: I wish he wouldn’t eat so many hot wings.
Tonya: lmao
me: Wow. That’s insane. Hookin’ up with the pregnant ladies…
Tonya: its somethin’. it was sooo yucky
me: Did you get a sale out of it?
Tonya: no. i got nothing but creeped out
me: Let ‘em know, tongue takes two sales.
Tonya: ………. eeew
me: So, what did you do?
Tonya: i gave him my right cheek and turned it into a cheek kiss…..and then he said “next time i’m gonna kiss you” and I said “Im a married woman, no your not” and he said “it’ll be our secret” and I said “no it won’t” …. i think he tried to molest me
me: Wow. I had never thought to try that on our bankers. Maybe I could have gotten a better rate on our mortgage if I had tried to make out with Marie.
Tonya: lol
Stay tuned to more adventures of the Inappropriate Cowboy!
Categories: Inappropriate Cowboy
They hand you a price scanner, and go over how to use it. They tell you how to delete items, but that it’s easier to delete from the internet later. They tell you to add things in a wide variety of prices, and that no list is ever too long.
That wouldn’t be because they’re trying to sell more stuff, would it? Of course not, they’re being helpful.
So, we took the scanner, and started at “Safety Items” (beep, beep), worked our way through bottles (beep), towels (beep), rags (beep), and then over to next section. Diapers (beep beep beep). We added some toys, some basic clothing, a couple of furnishings (beep… you get the idea. I’m going to knock this off.)
Our original plan had been to buy these things ourselves, and if someone was kind enough to want to get us a gift, we would direct them to the registry for our Doula. But I haven’t figured out how to use her registry to take donations, and just Holy Smokes, we need how much stuff?!?
More than I had really expected. More than I can really believe. (Beep)
The last item on the registry needs to be: extra 600 square feet in the baby’s bedroom.
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October 16, 2009 · 1 Comment
There is a circle, a circle of light around your chest. It is a healing light. It is radiating warmth outward from your chest, throughout your body.
I did not expect this phrase to be uttered during our first birthing class. To be fair, it wasn’t the teacher who said this, it was merely on a relaxation CD she played at the end of class. The real question is: How did she manage to find a CD recorded by a level 68 paladin?
Categories: Birthing Class