So far we have determined that a size 3T dress, a large pair of pants, a new shirt, three diapers, a pair of shoes that are 3 sizes too small, blocks, an over-sized pool noodle and my Kindle are not socks. Also her dump truck? Still not socks.
She's learning to put socks on before her shoes instead of not at all or after. Yes, she has put her socks on after her shoes. No, I had nothing to do with it. Yes it was funny. No I didn't get a picture of it.
Maybe she's not yet at an age where I can tell her to go get something, like socks for example, and expect her to come back with it. Maybe she's just extra hyper today. Maybe I just realized that I'm not even sure where her clean socks are.
Maybe.
Still, it's a learning opportunity. Her doll is not socks. Her Rompy? Not socks. Three more diapers are still not socks. Those socks? Daddy's socks.
Good enough.
Sometimes the best way to learn is trial-and-error. Other times you're a father and you need a little more help than that. Here are some suggestions and thoughts on what not to do as a new dad. Good luck. You'll need it. Updates when the baby allows me to update it.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
A Note To My Amazing Daughter
Dear Lois,
Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate that you want what's best for your daddy even if he doesn't realize it. It means a lot to me that if you think something is good for me you'll bring it to me.
But I don't want that duck sauce from the Chinese food last night. Especially the open one you fished out of the trash and then brought to me, dripping sauce all the way from the kitchen into the living room on the new carpet.
I really don't want your clean diapers brought out from your room. I want them more than I want that one dirty diaper you once brought so believe me when I say I'm not really complaining but if you could leave the diapers in your room it would mean a lot to me. Especially every diaper after the 50th, all brought out 2 at a time.
And you know, I love to cook but I don't need the spatula every 20 minutes. Maybe you're saying you're going stir crazy? I'm not sure but I do know that when I put the spatula away and said "Please don't bring it to me" I didn't actually mean "Bring it to me in a little while and then run away laughing like a maniac."
Your toys? Well, I know that I have resting jerk face but I promise that I'm perfectly happy! Daddy just looks upset, even though he's happy; that's just how daddy's face is normally. I'll be happy to play toys with you but unless we're playing together it's very unlikely that daddy is going to play with that rolling toy that pops the balls all over the place.
Thank you. I know you're trying to help and I appreciate it.
Now, if you could just stop? For a little while?
Please?
Love,
Daddy
Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate that you want what's best for your daddy even if he doesn't realize it. It means a lot to me that if you think something is good for me you'll bring it to me.
But I don't want that duck sauce from the Chinese food last night. Especially the open one you fished out of the trash and then brought to me, dripping sauce all the way from the kitchen into the living room on the new carpet.
I really don't want your clean diapers brought out from your room. I want them more than I want that one dirty diaper you once brought so believe me when I say I'm not really complaining but if you could leave the diapers in your room it would mean a lot to me. Especially every diaper after the 50th, all brought out 2 at a time.
And you know, I love to cook but I don't need the spatula every 20 minutes. Maybe you're saying you're going stir crazy? I'm not sure but I do know that when I put the spatula away and said "Please don't bring it to me" I didn't actually mean "Bring it to me in a little while and then run away laughing like a maniac."
Your toys? Well, I know that I have resting jerk face but I promise that I'm perfectly happy! Daddy just looks upset, even though he's happy; that's just how daddy's face is normally. I'll be happy to play toys with you but unless we're playing together it's very unlikely that daddy is going to play with that rolling toy that pops the balls all over the place.
Thank you. I know you're trying to help and I appreciate it.
Now, if you could just stop? For a little while?
Please?
Love,
Daddy
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Sometimes Mommy Fails, Too!
Overheard today:
Lois: "Mommy, can I have a banana?"
Laura: "No, sweetie. Have these french fries instead!"
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I have a camera again. New posts and stories coming very soon.
Lois: "Mommy, can I have a banana?"
Laura: "No, sweetie. Have these french fries instead!"
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I have a camera again. New posts and stories coming very soon.
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