Two snow days ago, Annie was smart and pulled out a tub of air-dry clay that she had stashed away for just such an event. It kept Lyd occupied for a solid hour, which was incredible. From the clay, Lyd made medals for us. Annie got a heart, engraved on it was a fusion of her two names “Ann” plus “Mom”, “Aom”. Then she made a star and did the same thing for me, “Brooks” plus “Dad”… Yeah, that’s great…
Oh! Spring Break already? That kind of sneaked up on me. Anyway, here we are. You, un-stimulated Kindergartner staring at me, a Dad wearing a deer-in-headlights expression. Once upon a time, I was a fan of spring break. Now, not so much. “Yes I know you’re bored sweetie, give me five minutes to type out some thoughts here. Yes you and your sister will be getting a bath soon.” (Your little sister pees in that tub, you’re being just obnoxious…
It’s Eggorating Day!!! Let’s see, we have the food coloring,, we have vinegar, we have the dipping cups, and…egg dippers. Hmm, where are the egg dippers? Here’s one! No, that’s a trussing needle. How about here? Nope another trussing needle. And another trussing needle, and another, and another, here’s an egg dipper! WooHoo! Maybe there’s another egg dipper next to it? Nope. Trussing needle. Does Annie buy a new set of trussing needles every time she cooks a bird? Something…
As Lydia’s father, I tend to keep a pretty tight ear on her music. I have even gone so far as to have a playlist on the iPod called “Lydia Favorites”. Though I have tried to raise her to have good taste, the music on it is pretty disappointing. Back in my younger, cooler days, we had bands like Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and Nirvana, good music, quality stuff, passionate stuff. Pretty much nothing recorded these days can compare. However… I…
Life was a little frightening last week. Tuesday was discombobulated to begin with. Instead of the normal everyday routine, Reggie and I had to head into “the city” after dropping Lyd off at school (we live in a small town, I’m never happy about having to drive in). I found a pith helmet for Lyd to wear for “What do you want to be when you grow up?” day, in Lyd’s case—a zookeeper. You know, because zookeepers all run around…
Annie was in Chicago on business for four days this past weekend. She came home yesterday afternoon. This morning she returned to work and life was back on routine with me getting Lyd ready for school. As she was eating her oatmeal, Lydia said to me, “Now that Mommy’s home, it’s your turn to go to Chicago!” “Why’s that Hun?” “Because I’m getting sick of you.” She didn’t say it in spite, there wasn’t anything mean or cruel in her…
I’m a bit of a clean freak, and today was bath day for Reg. It’s always a high point in my week when I get a chance to get crusted banana out of her hair. Plus I get to multitask. She’s playing in the tub, I’m wiping down the bathroom. We chat, all is good. However, there’s always that thought bouncing around in the back of my mind, “She pees in there…I know it.” Of course, I give her a…