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Maddie Gets Her First Taste of Cold Weather

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Is something funny?

It’s been quite an amazing couple of days for the Amazing Madster! Just 24 hours after evacuating from the New York City area to escape the wrath of Hurricane Sandy, Maddie was already encountering a new weather challenge – Cold Weather!

Maddie was bouncing off the walls the morning after our evac and that meant it was time to hit the great outdoors. 38 degrees in Virginia was not quite what we bargained for, but we are very thankful to have power, hot water and heat.

Maddie is also making it her mission to entertain her grandparents while constantly rearranging their house. Her ability of infiltrate every drawer and cabinet might get us sent home earlier than expected.

Hurricane Sandy Can’t Fluster Maddie

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Sandy is really quite a bore.

Since Maddie was born in July 2011, she has endured more than her share of extreme weather events. So far she’s already made it through one hurricane and one earthquake. So please forgive her if Hurricane Sandy doesn’t really grab her attention.

With a historic storm surge bearing down on New York City, Maddie’s parents packed up the car at 6 o’clock this morning and headed south. We hopped on the New Jersey Turnpike and Maddie was complaining to the beat of the band.

It was almost as if she knew we were going the wrong way. I had Maddie’s mom check the road conditions in Delaware on the iPhone and we got some strange news. The funny little folks in Delaware shut down all roadways at 5am – UH-OH!

“Way to Go!” thought Maddie. So now it was time for us to head west and find a new way to Maddie’s grandparents house. After a couple of hours, we pulled off to feed Maddie breakfast. As soon as we exited, Maddie fell completely asleep – UH-OH!

Time to recalibrate again!

About an hour down the road the princess woke up and was more than ready for a pit stop. We found a Mickey-D’s around Gettysburg and dragged Maddie out into the driving hurricane rain.

Mom and Maddie sat down while I was ordering food at the counter. Maddie could see me from the table and kept screaming, “Heyyy, Daaaa!” Most of the people line found this very entertaining.

We made it safely to the grandparents’ house and Maddie could not have been more pleased.

7-Pound White Walker Loose in Jersey City

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Daddy's head got a BooBoo!

Perhaps one of the sweeter babies on the planet morphs into a White Walker around midnight. I really hope this is a trend that will continue for months on end.

My angelic cherub charms all are who in her path.

The smile, the gurgle – oh, she’s so sweet.

But then the witching hour strikes – and the CHANGE IS NOT SUBTLE!!

The apple of my eye starts swinging for the fences.

We have pondered calling in her Uncle Jim (AKA the Baby Whisperer) but we’re still holding out.

Last night was night numero uno away from the hospital and Maddie had something special for Daddy. Catastrophic temper tantrums that would make any drunken sailor blush.

With the feeding over at midnight, I opened my Daddy’s bag o’ tricks.

12:04 — Walking briskly around the house gave Maddie the action she was looking for at first. But then I sensed a disturbance in the force – she gave me the look that asked, “Do you fear the White Walker, Daddy?” I summoned what courage I could muster, and managed to squeak out – “Daddy fears nothing!” Then a macabre smile crossed her face as if to say, “YOU WILL!”

With that the gentle crying began (HAAAAA- if you consider hurricanes to be a gentle breeze!) Madeleine was rocking and rolling and there was no place to hide.

Diaper looks good – CHECK!

Swaddled tightly – CHECK!

It’s quiet – CHECK!

She’s been fed – CHECK!

12:22 – Daddy’s Got Talent

For my first act, I croon, Fly Me to the Moon, by Sinatra – Maddie is briefly entertained – but then she gets pissed again.

1236 – Simon and Garfunkle sing along

“I have my books and poetry to protect me.”

But Daddy, there’s no place to hide!

1244 – Simon & Garfunkle  II

“Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together”

Dad, you suck!!


Gut-wrenching temper tantrum revving up now.

But wait, the crash of thunder!!

Angry baby finds comfort in flashes of lightning and claps of thunder.

Success – I’m the smartest father alive.

Break out the Metallica please:

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word” She passes out within 30 seconds. Different strokes I suppose.


Storm is over — the Walker has returned.

Seeming fueled by the early violent weather, she takes a turn for the worse and unleashes the fury.


Wake up Gina for the feeding and talk badly about the baby. Is this really only Day Three??????