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“Dada phone”

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“Here dada’s phooone!”

I started bouncing my legs with Amy on my lap and sang “bum bumb bum bum dum bum bum” and she looks up at me making eye contact, covers my mouth with her tiny hand and says “Da da. Stop!”

Wow Amy is so talkative this morning! She has given a strong hug. Grab an incredibly firm pat on my leg to get my attention and tell me she wanted in my lap. Is giving nice kisses and keeps telling me about her “cereal.”

Hehe. She just identified a yellow circle on a poster on the fridge as “look daddy, a moon!”

She is such a pleasure. I can’t put into words how good it feels to have this little person sit on my lap as I type this.

Amy says “Dada! Ceriel[sic]”

I just changed the messiest diaper I’ve ever had. Ok. “Messiest” isn’t right. “Gross” would be better. It was like dried spinach on her cheeks with fresh spinach juice running out the legs of the diaper down to the backs of both knees. Yuck!

hehe! I got scolded (in a happy way). Amy was behind Sarah’s door playing with her magnetic calendar when I opened the door disturbing her play and she smiles, looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and says “Daaa Da!” as if saying “Hey! I was doing something.”

I forgot to mention that last night when I came upstairs to investigate a noise, I found Amy asleep in a fetal position with her rump in the air and cheek on the hardwood floor. I felt so bad. I wanted hardwoods for the ease of cleaning and their beauty but with kids it doesn’t seem very practical. Now I can’t afford carpet. I must work harder!

Anyhow, when I came up I disturbed the cat on a hunt. We obviously have a mouse in the kitchen (I’ve found evidence). I know where it lives and the cat does too. She is staring down the gap in the cabinets where the mouse enters and exits. The cat must have been on alert all night long. Earn your keep cat!

Amy is awake.

A New Day!

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This Morning

Had trouble getting to sleep last night. At 1am I finally drifted off. I was torn between sleep and staying up and cleaning. I knew if I stayed up the morning would be hellish but the productivity would have been great.

Got up on the 2nd bell at 6am. Never heard the first bell. I suspect the volume has been turned down.

Expectations. Are they wrong? I keep a reading light on a specific spot on the head board of our bed. That way if I need light in the night I can reach up and grab in and in seconds I can have light. This reading light keeps getting “cleaned” and this morning it was so well hidden that I had to turn on the overhead light, disturbing the wife’s sleep, to find it. My wife has an expectation to not have a cluttered headboard (really a built in book case at the head of the bed). So how do we find a happy medium here? Simple answer. She needs to pick a spot that she likes the reading light to be and I need to know where the spot is.

Must stay away from the wife tonight.

Morning was spent typing and blogging.

Afternoon was spent at the inlaws with Cathy’s brother, his wife and kids. A good time was had by all.

Evening was spent accomplishing nothing but irritating the wife.

I have so much in my head that I want to type. I could happily spend the rest of the day blogging, journaling and composing.

I also could happily spend the rest of the day cleaning and throwing stuff away.

She says: “Why haven’t you gotten the paper?”

He retorts: “I haven’t been outside yet.”

She ponders.

She says: “I wonder if Sarah’s glasses got returned [to the mailbox] last night.”

He hears: “Get your lazy ass out and get the paper! Bring in the glasses while you are at it!”

He submits.

They have happy marriage!

“The secret to a happy life is a happy wife!”

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This Morning

The alarm clock went off at some ungodly hour. I never recovered a deep sleep after that.

7something Tommy begins drumming on the walk for attention. It’s one of his announcing techniques: “I’m awake but I don’t want to bring my medicine to down to you.”

I decide to get some coffee going and give Tommy his medicine. He either returns to sleep or lounges in bed. Half an hour later Amy is playing happily in the room she shares with Sarah. A bit later I decide to open the door and she looks up at me from her sitting position in her toy box with Toy’s piled all over her as if to say “what? I’m busy” so I leave the door open and return to Blogshares and she continues to play finally emerging 20-30 minutes later. What a happy well-rounded confident child!

Tommy rises and watches Amy while I bath. The wife is up shortly after and I decend into the basement for blogging, mental review of yesterday, planning for today, and coffee!