That night, we sat under the stars Laughter all around us buzzing That night, your hand became ours fingers interlocking like continents That night, your body so near Our heads on a single pillow That night, your woodsmoke hair Tickling my nose That night, was a very. good. night.
At the beginning of 2012 I set out to read 100 books. I decided to do it because I love reading, and because I want my girls to see me reading and to, someday, follow my example. I failed. I only managed to read 75 books in 2012, I made it three quarters of the […]
We had a busy day on Friday and Saturday, and I decided that Sunday would be spent relaxing at home. We watched TV and played Legos and Playdo and Painted and it was lovely. After naps I started picking up. As I was cleaning, Abby started telling me a story. She was sitting on the […]
My dad bought a set of plastic toy rings for the girls. We were there on Saturday and Abby fell in love with a silver ring that has a pink “stone”. She wore it all weekend, she didn’t take it off. When we were leaving yesterday afternoon to go to Downtown Disney, we had the […]
After Ballet class we usually walk to Starbucks. I have a coffee, the girls have a water and their favorite little Vanilla scones. Except, the FIRST day of ballet class, they had a hot chocolate. Celebratory hot chocolate. Katie was doing pretty well getting the hot chocolate into her mouth, and I was helping her. […]
If you need any proof that I’m a father, this should suffice: I attend a mens group and I recently had to speak in front of the group, to tell them something about myself, who I am, my life. It was free form, and completely improvised. I told a story about Abigail, and about poop. […]
I burped. Really I belched. Then I went wide eyed and said “excuse me!” Abby: “That was a big burp! Why do daddies have big burps?”
I wanted to blog tonight but I have no idea what I’ll be blogging. You’ve been warned. I’m listening to She and Him (A Very She And Him Christmas) and drinking a Ben Marco Malbec, which is satisfactory. I like Malbec because it’s good, but not as sweet as Pinot Noir. It’s complicated, and momentarily […]
Abby has a new trick. Or maybe not. It’s hard to decide whether she’s being willfully disobedient or just…distracted. The other night I was putting lotion on her sister before bed time, and she volunteered to help. I accepted, and told her I would get her lotion. After she had applied it all to her […]
I told Abby I was going to take a shower. As I got ready I walked past the bedroom to see her jumping on my bed. “Be careful, Abigail.” I said, knowing I couldn’t talk her out of it if I was in the shower anyway. “Go take a shower, Dad.” she replied.