Blackout

Work... killing... me...

Will try and post something worth your while soon.

Little Tiger

The kids and I were home alone the oher day so we busted out the ol' golf bag and played around in the back yard. They weren't too bad. I should get some small clubs so they could actually swing without hitting themselves in the face with the other end of the club. Katie cracked me up with her attention to fasion, notice the shoes -- that's how I know she's a true golfer.

Secret Notes and Slumber Parties

Working from home has a lot of wonderful advantages. Probably the best is that I get to see the kids more. However, in the name of sanity and productivity, we have some pretty hard set rules around this:

Rule #1: If daddy's office door is closed he is working. This means there is no knocking and no bothering him.

Rule #2: If anyone is bleeding or if anything is on fire, you can knock.

Rule #3: (Added recently) Getting stuck on a hard part of a video game is not the same as being on fire or bleeding.

Now normally Jen has these guys so busy that its actually pretty quiet during the day. However, Katie was home the other day and wanted to take my lunch order. Being the good rule follwer that she is, she invented a solution to communicate without breaking any rules...



"let me in ples" was quietly slipped under my door, giving birth to intrigue worthy of a good spy novel. You gotta love stuff like that.

While we are on Katie, she got to go on her very first slumber party this last weekend. She was mega excited for the event which had FOURTEEN girls there. I could only conclude that the mother must have been insane for wanting to host that many 6 year olds, which was my second reason for not to want to let her go. The first being that nothing good can come from girl slumber parties, or so the dad manual says.

However, since the dad manual also says that your daughter will always get her way on things that matter most, I was forced to conceede. She had a great time of course, and was a complete monster the next day from the obvious sleep absence. She did however, get some neat hear treatment. Anyone remember crimping irons?

Discovering Wonderful New Things

Me: "Come on Andy, get out of the shower and get your jammies on."

Andy: "Dad?... I have beans inside me."

Me: "What? You ate some beans?"

Andy: "No! I have BEANS inside me... seeee?"

(Not sure how to relate this next part, so I'll just go as clinical as I can. He then grabs his scrotum with both hands, and stretches it out to show that his testicles are clearly inside, and presents this to me with the same demeanor as you might expect when one shows you a new toy.)

Me: "..."

Andy: "See? Beans!"

Me: "Be careful there buddy, you got be nice to those things, you are going to need them later."

Andy: "What are they for?"

Me: "Go put your jammies on."

Naive Narratives

Katie practices reading daily and is getting to the point where she can actually handle a book on her own. Blend that with daddy's Voxie recorder iPhone app and Windows Movie Maker and you too can relive the moment...



I'm sure to most, that hearing a young girl read a simple passage is at best cute and endearing, perhaps even emotional for those close in bloodline. As you might expect, for the father it is a marvel. But what is even more marvelous, is the deep appreciation I have for the vigilant and caring teacher of this gift, who practices reading with Katie every single day. She who finds the time to correct every misplaced word, untangle every knotted sentence, and motivate the thirst for every new page. There simply is nothing more amazing than the power of a mom.

Flashback

Was checking to see if we had good pics to post today and I accidentally clicked the wrong folder... figured I would share what I saw with you.

Someone please slow the whole "time thing" down, I can't help but feel like it's all just going way too fast.