Ready for Spring

I just got home from the store picking up some last minute items in preparation for any ice and/or snow storms that come through the area. Now, this may seem silly to some people, but you have to keep in mind I am not from a place where it snows...at all. So, any time they say it MIGHT snow, I probably go a little overboard. For instance, Meggan basically had to talk me out of going to buy a generator tonight. In lieu of a generator, I have decided to pray my hardest that we do not lose power. I already get skittish enough when I am stuck in the house due to ice. I am not sure I can handle being stuck in the house...with Amelia...with no power. While I love her with all of my heart, let's just say she is not going to understand when I try to explain to her why we can't watch Elmo. So, here's to hoping this winter storm is over hyped and all we get out of it is a day off work and some fun in the snow.

Rub it in

My daughter now officially has so much hair, and it is so long, that it requires a blow dryer after bath time. I now have so little hair left that it is more important for me to use sunscreen than shampoo on my scalp. This is all made even better when considering while she may be a hairy little gremlin, she is still just as afraid of blow dryers as any other kid who hasn't even turned 2.

Can't tell for sure...

When I got to the tub tonight to give Mia a bath I came across a horrific scene. Now, I can't be sure if this is because of Mia's new bathtub crayons or if Sophie killed someone in the bathroom today and buried them in the back yard...

Two quick thoughts

Since I am tired from Mia keeping us up all night last night, I will just leave you with two out of context quotes from a conversation I had at work today (I think they are applicable to all people)

1)Directionless is a direction

2)If you always qualify your accomplishments with the crutch "considering where I came from", you'll only be successful relative to those surroundings.

Dada has left the building

This past weekend, I wrote about Mia growing from a baby into a little kid. I thought perhaps this was mostly going to be noticed while on our trip because she was "hanging with the big kids". I figured once we got back home and into our normal routine she would settle back into her baby ways. Well, she had a surprise for me. Now, not only has she not gone back to being my little baby girl, but she has decided to stop calling me Dada. I am now officially "Daddy". I know this doesn't seem like a big deal to most of you and daddy is a pretty standard term. However, to me, it sounds completely different. It sounds so mature. I think somewhere in there I like it, but not completely. That said, it's probably going to be worse when she is a teenager and decides she is now grown enough to call me "Randall".

Christmas, Part 3

Upgrade

Mia's Uncle Jay used his camera, which is about 400 levels nicer than our camera, to take some pictures for us this weekend. I have a feeling this little demonstration is going to cost me a lot of money.