Fun in the Sun

 When Lois heard it had been so long since I've updated and this made her very sad.

I decided that since updating would make her happy again, we needed to go outside so that I could get some good photos to share of her with the family!

For some reason she forgot all about the blog and started chanting/screaming "Outside! Outside! Outside!"

It's like she likes the sun. Weirdo.

 She took a moment or two to stop and smell the flowers before running.

I actually tried to pose her doing this with the flowers but she wouldn't stand still until it occurred to her later (and without prompting) that she actually wanted to smell the flowers.

I guess I'll stop trying to get her to do what I want and let her do her own thing; they often turn out to be the same thing, except for when they don't.

 She (and I) really loves our new back yard. She runs, smells the flowers, helps me pull weeds (and sometimes things that aren't weeds), and rolls in the grass right after I've cut it.

She's slightly allergic to grass so that last bit isn't such a great thing.

 On the patio she decided that the best thing in the world was to run in a circle around me while I tried to take a picture. It was her favorite game in the world for almost 10 whole minutes!

 I just really like this picture. I have nothing clever to say here.

This is my favorite little girl in the whole wide world. I love her with all of my heart.

A Brief Conversation With The Little Liar

Coming around the corner the little one slips and falls. She looks at me, unsure if she should cry or not.

"You fell down! Did you bump your knees?"

"Yeah!"

"Did you bump your face?"

"Yeah!"

"Did you bump your alberdingium?"

"Yeah!"

"You're fine."

"Yeah!"

What About These?

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.

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

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.

Home

I've been back from the hospital for about a month now and I think Lois missed me quite a bit. She still calls for mommy at night but I find that she sits on my lap more often than before.

I don't have a camera right now; I had to send my previous one in for replacement because some little one broke it beyond all repair, which is why I haven't been sharing many pictures of her. I think that anybody who doesn't see her in real life will be more than a little surprised at how much she's change. After a month of being away (and she couldn't visit because I was in ICU) I was amazed at how much she had changed. Hands down she didn't seem like the same toddler.

I'm glad to be home with my family.

Picture Friday! (Wait, What Day Is It?)

Lois took this picture!

I'd write more but I had brain surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit tired today, so I'm going to sleep at 4:45 PM.