Thursday, October 29, 2009

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Pumpkin carving

You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the finished product, we're
waiting for Mom.
But here's something to tide you over.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Daddy, daughter dance

The last time I danced at a wedding, fourteen people died from the awesome overdose. So I don't dance. I just don't. Don't ask — it won't happen.
Unless you're this cute.
Then I can't say no.


Nothing quite says "this is the perfect spot for a wedding" like a giant, metal bat sculpture.
Well, nothing other than glass cases full of dead birds — but we had that too.


It would seem that GG's favorite chair is also Kaylee's.


This is Kaylee's new friend Frog. She met him within seconds of arriving at GG's house. He immediately replaced Tickle Bunny as the favorite — which is saying a lot.
Frog shared a bed with the three of us every night we stayed in Winston-Salem. This was rather inconvenient since Frog tends to sprawl out in his sleep.
And kick.

Super-sugary sweet

Perhaps the sweetest photo of my girl ever taken.
So far.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Getting ready ...


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Visiting with GG

"Love you. Feel better GG."
"Well that was right out of your heart."
"No. My heart is not out."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

This is ...

... what 5 am at the airport (sans coffee) feels like.

Friday, October 09, 2009

The Colonel

Apparently, bubble goatees are hillarious.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

There will be cake (and possibly blood)

We took Kaylee to the neighbor's birthday party today. We were told it was just a small affair at a nearby park. It was the three of us, our neighbors, the 10-year-old birthday girl and her brother and sister.
And about 40 other family members. None of whom we had ever met.
But that didn't stop Kaylee. She charmed the adults. She found herself playing with all the cousins (despite being one of the youngest by far). Despite a full morning playing with her best friend and no nap – she played her heart out and was a complete angel. I was really quite proud of her.
(And you should see her dribble a soccer ball. The kid has skills I didn't have when I was five.)
I'm not sure if she noticed it first, or if we showed it to her, but she became very interested in the piñata. It was huge, covered in mylar and streamers and I can only imagine what it looked like to a two-year-old hanging high in that tree with the sunlight catching it just so.
She joined the small group of children who gathered around it as one of the uncles tested the rope. Up and down it bounced in the sky and with each rise Kaylee's eyes got a little bit larger. She got even more excited when I told her it was filled with candy. (She likes candy.)

"Daddy, can I touch it?"

I said sure and gave her a little push on her butt to send her in the right direction.
She didn't quite make it up to the piñata when one of the aunts cornered her and shooed her into a line of children ranked small to big. Being one of the youngest, Kaylee was second in line and had a great view as the birthday girl was handed the stick.

Dale, dale, dale,
no pierdas el tino;
Porque si lo pierdes
pierdes el camino.
Ya le diste una,
ya le diste dos;
Ya le diste tres,
y tu tiempo se acabó

Kaylee's smile widened as everyone started singing and the piñata started bouncing up and down. So you can imagine the look of absolute terror that took over when this older girl (whom Kaylee idolizes) started beating the living hell out of this poor papier maché star.
The poor kid spend the next five minutes on our laps, crying her eyes out while all the other children took their turns whacking away as bits and pieces of their target rained to the ground.
All I could think was, thank God the birthday girl is too old for a Dora the Explorer piñata.
Right before it was about to break, Kaylee figured it all out and decided that it looked like fun and took a few whacks at it. And once she had the candy in her hand she was definitely over it.

Just don't expect to see a repeat performance at her party next month.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

How I know I have a little girl, addendum

But she's got a decent spiral. She can hit Mom from 3 feet every time.

At this rate she's already better than anyone throwing for the Bears.

How I know I have a little girl, reason 427

Little boys never want to get up and dance with the princess at the end of the movie.