Arianna believes my wrinkled brow is stripes.
"Make the stripes go away, Daddy. Now make them come back. That's cool. Why I don't have stripes."
Nothing makes you feel more mature then having children, and nothing makes you feel just plain old as when those kids start physcially describing you.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
At Rosaline's birthday party a few weekends back, the daughter of my good friends very sweetly presented the girls with a drawing she had made of the sister princesses from the new Frozen movie. The artists is 8, so her skills with a crayon were mind boggling to the girls. The next week or so they treated this masterpiece as a treasured artifact; taking it in the car with them, to Yiayia's, to their room when they went to bed. It was very sweet. Well, last week "sweet" turned to a con job. Genevieve smuggled the artwork to school with her and then presented it to her teacher as "look what I drew". Fortunately Gina was still with in ear shot when this was said and after much dragging of feet Genevieve finally copped that she did not, in fact, draw it. ... but she wishes she could have drawn it. Oh wishes; you foul temptresses you.
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Monday, December 16, 2013
Two years ago I held her for the first time. Two years ago we sat alone, the two of us in an empty nursery, waiting for her first bath and bonding in the silence. The remarkable silence. She clutched my finger and stole my heart. Well, the quiet's gone. But this morning, as she climbed in to our bed and peered over Gina's still frame, her smile spreading across her cherub face as she met my eyes with hers, she once more reclaimed dominance over this softy heart of mine. There's nothing really to say because at some point words cease to carry weight. Nothing could fully capture how much I love these girls, and nothing could fully relate how amazing it is to watch them grow. Happy Birthday my Rosaline. My Zozzie. My Rozzy Kamakazi. My Zoz the Great and Powerful. My Roz-mataze.
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