Thursday, April 29, 2010

A one sided conversation

Overheard (and paraphrased) while Kaylee was chatting on the phone with Rae (who is currently on a business trip):
Tomorrow I will go to school and take a nap.
And then my daddy will pick me up and we will eat dinner.
And then I will go to sleep and my daddy will take me to the airport in my slippers and we will pick you up because we love you and you love me and you love my daddy.
And we will live happily ever after.
OK. Love you. Bye.
Daddy, can I play the letters game on your phone now?

Monday, April 26, 2010

I still can't believe Rae let her do this

I don't know who was more terrified going into this, Kaylee or Racheal.
But after it was all over – one of them was ready to do it again.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

While we were waiting

Kaylee taught me how to hopscotch.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


It's the final weekend of the fair, so we had to head out to get our annual dose of dust, sun, fried foods and carnies. There were ponies to be ridden, baby goats to be mauled and Rae even let Kay go down the giant slide by herself. (Though she - she being Rae - panicked the entire time.)

I'll see if I can't get the video up later. It's a lot of fun to watch her bony butt go flying when she hits the bumps.

At only $1, making rope is easily the best buy at the fair.

Kaylee loves llamas.

REALLY loves llamas.

Kids go in tha cage. Cage goes tha watah. Shahks ah in tha watah.

Friday, April 23, 2010

From our other visitor

Apparently, whenever we have house guests we never take photos. Good thing for you, they do.
The following shots courtesy of the B.D.G.
Sun's bright light. Canyon's scenic views. Dad's big gut.

Look at that face. I look at this photo and can just imagine the crap I'm going to get from her in just a few years.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Kaylee and her prince

Photo by Erinnnnnnn
And this is where the infatuation with a man in uniform begins.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

She walked up to me and she asked me if I wanted to dance

We've rearranged the house a bit in anticipation of additional moves, necessitated by tearing up our kitchen floor and replacing it with tile. Kaylee discovered that it created the perfect dance studio — complete with wood floor, mirror and radio within the reach of three-year-olds.
This is a big deal. She can now make music whenever she wants. And the girl loves her music.
Rae and I had already split up for our post-dinner duties. So while she headed off to scrub the bathtub, I proceeded to pick up the dinner dishes.
And the music came on.
And she started to twirl.
And I stopped to watch.
When ABBA came on I smiled a bit because she immediately fled the room. I was already forming stories about how I learned about her great taste in music at a young age. Stories that I would tell family and friends and would-be suitors should the need to brag about my little girl arise.
Then I heard the familiar CLAK CLAK CLAK CLAK of the high shoes as she ran back into the dining room — and I immediately gave up on my dreams of the perfect story and did what any dad would do. I grabbed the phone and started recording as she resumed her twirls and pirouettes.
And then she surprised me.
She asked me to dance.
Now if you're reading this, you probably know me pretty well, so it should come as no surprise to you that I don't dance. I just don't. Even in the privacy of my own home, when I'm all alone, I just don't.
But I've always said that if anything could get me to dance, it would be a request from my daughter. And up until now, she has had zero interest in dancing with dad. Even at weddings she'd dance with Mom and brides and grandpas and total strangers — but not Dad. It's always been a little relieving and a little heart-breaking at the same time.
But this time I got my invitation. And I jumped at the offer. It was just a couple of quick spins around the room, no more than a minute at most, but it's one of those moments that I'll always remember.
Even if she lost interest shortly after I turned off the camera.
Even if I got in trouble for not cleaning up the table.
Even if ABBA was the soundtrack.
I guess I got my perfect story after all.

Sunday, April 04, 2010