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From the mouths of babes

I cleaned the office a bit while my computer was “down” and scanning for viruses.

Amy: “Dad. Where’s this thing that belongs in here?”
Dad: “I cleaned. It’s gone.”
Amy: “But I don’t want it gone.”
Dad: “Doesn’t it look better?”

She then goes and sits on the stairs. Sings:
“And you don’t know what to do with dinner”
“I don’t know what to do so I’m just sitting singing”
“You do know what to do with cat poo” (maybe that was food)
“You don’t know what to do”
oops. Dad interupted. “I’m singing. Don’t talk to me while I’m singing.”
“You don’t know what to do with steps.”
“You do know what to do with cat food.”

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I love being a dad!

One of the best things about being a dad of an infant is love pats. There is no feeling to compare with holding a 7.5 month child who firmly puts one arm on your shoulder then uses the other arm to pat you on your chest or arm. Love pats come in repetition. Usually its about five. They are firm, confident pats; not hits. They communicate love and comfort. Love pats say, “Thank you Dad for protecting me” when the Roomba has my curiosity but is making me nervous. Love pats say, “I love you” and “you make me happy.” Love pats almost always are attached to the most content, at ease grin – just a little upturn of the corners of the mouth to say “Life is good.”

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From the mouths of babes

Yesterday I was in the middle of trying to rush out of the house and had this amusing conversation with the nine year old.

Noah: “Dad, do you have some string or rope with a hole in it?”
Dad, trying to picture putting a hole through a rope or string and not weakening it: “No, why would you do that?”
Noah: “I want to make one of those walkie talkie things with the two cups.”
Dad: “Oh, you mean a telephone. Why does the string need a hole through it?”
Noah: “How else is the sound going to get through?”

I dropped everything and rapidly found some string and two plastic cups. With time running out, Noah and I made our telephones, then over our first call, we discussed the science and why the strings don’t need holes. Now that was fun!

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From the mouths of babes

I hear the rattling of the gate at the top of the stairs which Amy has just traversed. Then I hear Amy walking around upstairs. Now, we keep the gate closed at all times since Lucy is so old and doesn’t need to be coming downstairs and Evan is so fast that at the blink of an eye he could be tumbling down the stairs. Perhaps I didn’t latch the gate completely.

Dad: “Amy, did you open the gate?”
Amy, coyly: “Yes”
Dad: “Show me.”
Amy, opens the gate: “I’m strong now!”

As one child learns mobility, the other learns to open doors. Scary!