Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Pink and grammar.

Despite my best efforts, Number One has worn an awful lot of pink in her short life.  Now, whenever you ask her, "Sonic Youth or pink shirt?"  

She inevitably answers, "Pink shirt."

I wonder if she picks pink because she has always worn pink or because she really likes pink.

I'm impressed with Number One's use of the word "too," too.  I've got a growing impression that "too" is underused.  

"Papa go to park, too?"  She'll ask.

"Momma, get up, too."  She'll imperative.

I've always liked the way ", too." looked and sounded at the end of a sentence.  So much better than "also."

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

This morning.

The morning routine is that Number One wakes up and starts making noises for us to come get her out of her crib.  I go get her and bring her back to our bed, where we have a little family time and Wife and I try to get  a few more minutes in bed.

This morning, I brought Number One into the bed and laid back down as per usual.  She had other ideas, though.

"Papa, get up now," she said.

Wife thought it was hi-larious.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Momma. Coffee.


The other day, Mom and Number One took a walk to the coffee shop.  When they got back, Mom went to check her email.

Number One climbed onto the kitchen table and helped herself to Mom's double mocha latte.

At least it was decaf.

Monday, May 4, 2009

"Give me money."

Okay, it was funny at first.  

But now it's starting to get a little out of control.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Clarification.

Oh yeah, by "Hilarious," in the last post, what I meant was "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to teach her to say, 'Give me my money.'"

5-word phrase.

Number One put it all together today.

"Papa, give me my money," she said.

Hilarious.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Copy cat.

Number One pretty much repeats everything we say now - up to three words.

Thus, "Give me my money," is repeated as "Give me money,"  and "That's how I roll" is repeated as "That's how roll."

Pretty hilarious.

Yesterday, as I was leaving for work, The Wife said "Bye, honey."

Number One says, "Bye, honey."

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Number Two.

We found out yesterday that Number Two is a boy.  Oh yeah, if I forgot to mention it, Momma's got another pot pie in the oven.

Now the naming gets tough.  On my list are Stonewall, Thunderbolt and Rhome.

On her's - a bunch of sissy names.

I'm the man of the house.  I get to decide this one.

Right?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Obligatory Texas Bluebonnet Picture.


On our way back to Houston after visiting the G-Parents in Dallas this weekend, Number One had just fallen asleep (an hour and a half past her naptime) when she woke up abruptly and very upset.  We needed to make a pit stop, so we pulled into a rest station just north of Huntsville.

Amazingly, it had a playground, which gave Number One a chance to stretch her legs and play long enough to tide her over for the remaining part of the trip.  But more importantly, it had a photogenic patch of Bluebonnets.  

I'd seen them all the way to Dallas and back - Texas in April, once you get past the urban sprawl, is really one of the most beautiful places on Earth - but I didn't want to be "that dad" that pulls over and shoots some pics of his kid on the shoulder of I-45.  This, though, was my chance.

And so, I present to you, the Obligatory Kid in the Bluebonnets Photo.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Comforting.

The other day, I was talking (IM'ing, actually) with my good friend who happens to live in Belgium and is expecting his first child this summer. It was about 3:45 a.m. in Brussels - Joe just happened to be up watching a Mizzou dominate Memphis in the NCAA tournament.

Momma, who was sitting next to me, made some crack about how watching basketball at 3:45 a.m. was "good practice for when that baby comes along."

"Comforting," was Joe's response.

At the time I couldn't think of much to say that would actually be of much comfort.

But this weekend, watching Number One run around and do all things she can do now, I realized that the real comfort is that before you know it, the baby becomes a child.

Sure, when you're in the middle of the Dark Time it seems like the little screamer will be a little screamer forever.

But they won't.

They'll start walking and running and talking and repeating words like "D-bag."

And now that we're expecting Number Two, that's comforting.