Happy Birthday

Sophie: Hey Baby, guess what...today is my birthday!!!

Amelia: Oh yeah? That's great. How old are you? Like 6? 7?

Sophie: NOOO. I'm only 4!!

Amelia: Hmm. I only guessed older because you are so wise.

Sophie: Thanks

Amelia: And because I noticed some gray fur the other day.

Sophie: What?!? Where? Is it on my nub? I thought it was looking light back there. Are you messing with me?

Amelia: When do you plan on moving in with Rose, Blanche and the rest of the Golden Girls?

Sophie: Knock it off. My age is really starting to bother me.

Amelia: If you threeeeewwwww a partyyyy...iiiinvited everyone you kneeewwww...

Sophie: Seriously, Baby, don't make me eat you for the sport of it.

Amelia: You'd probably break a hip chasing me.

Sophie: You've been walking for a few weeks and now you think you can outrun me? Do I need to remind you there is a reason I am Head of Security around here.

Amelia: Yeah, maybe because you bark at anything that moves. Yesterday I saw you bark at a butterfly for 10 minutes. Did your "security" radar go off? Was that a particularly dangerous butterfly?

Sophie: You can never take any threat too seriously. Besides, I thought that was a bat.

Amelia: Well, the eyes ARE one of the first things to go as you age.

Sophie: Damn it! I am not old. I am only 4!!!!!

Amelia: Quiet down or we'll put you in the doggie nursing home. 4 in people years is like 60 in dog years.

Sophie: Actually, it's like 28 - basically the same age as mom and dad.

Amelia: THAT's your argument?.... that you are only as old as dad? That's like saying something only stinks as bad as a turd.

Sophie: When you put it that way, I can do nothing but hang my nub in sadness.

Amelia: Cheer up, pup. You are one day closer to collecting Social Security.

Home again

Well, my guys' weekend beach trip was cut a day short due to fatherly duties pertaining to Amelia's newly re-acquired case of Croup. This time they put her on steroids, so here's to hoping her 'roid rage and five-oclock shadow go unnoticed. While abbreviated, it was still a fun weekend full of varying levels of juvenile debauchery. If any of the other guys' wives are reading this, don't worry, YOUR husband was a perfect gentlemen, it was the OTHER guys who were causing all the trouble. This goes quadruple for my wife. That's my story and you couldn't bribe, threaten, or torture anything else out of me. As much I enjoyed the trip, it's still great to be home around my ladies. I can't particularly think of anything I can do to help Mia feel better, but if I can alleviate any of the stress from Meggan, it is worth missing a night of my vacation...even if it was primed to be the best night :)

Away from home

I am currently out of town on a beach trip with several friends of mine. This is the first night I have spent away from Meggan and Amelia. As much as I enjoy hanging out and doing traditional "guy" things, I miss my family more. On night one, I think I can safely say having Amelia has changed my opinion of what is fun versus what used to be fun. I'm sure I'll settle more in to vacation mode as the weekend moves along. Until then, I am actually glad I have this blog to look over to get to see her.

Trouble

So, it has been brought to my attention that Amelia has a boyfriend at school. Silly me, I didn't think I'd have to deal with this for a while. However, I suppose I didn't account for a particularly loving boy in her class that comes over to her and gives her a hug every morning when she is dropped off at school. I was also informed by the school's director that Amelia "has all the boys after her, but she isn't interested". I explained to her that Mia and I went over the pitfalls of getting involved with boys each night after bath time. Because he is an older gentleman (judging from his beard and tattoos, we're guessing he's between 15-18 months), it seems like it is time for me to have "the talk" with this young man the next time I drop her at school. If he's going to be pulling up his shirt to show her his belly and giving her hugs all the time, I'm going to need to know his ultimate intentions. Let's just say it would behoove him to have the right answer.

Pics

I suppose it wasn't working out too well to post pictures side by side. I just realized that a few of my last posts had pictures cut off from them. Oops!

Shopping Buddies

While I know I cannot hope to compare to Meggan when it comes to the ability to shop, I am willing to challenge her to having a better time doing it than Amelia and I do. Here, I submit two samples of how we roll (Please pardon the poor quality of the photos. They were taken on my old, brick of a cell phone) ...

Who needs Rogaine?

Considering we have already given her FOUR "bob" haircuts, I'm pretty sure no 13 month old should have hair this long.