John here writing on the Blog tonight. I guess this will be an occasional event. I just want to write about raising girls. Last night a fly made it into the house. Not a horsefly or large fly, just a small ordinary, inconsequential house fly. Tyler calls these "bees". She starts pointing and getting worried. Well, the fly landed right on her index finger. I guess it really like the peaches she was eating because he stayed awhile while she lost it! She started to cry and cry pointing at her finger and wanting us to kiss it better. (A fake kiss does in these instances as I am not going to put my lips where the fly had been). McKenna then started to cry because she was scared that the fly was on the loose and after her next. Mel and I just looked at each other and laughed as I grabbed the fly swatter to be the "protector" of home. No, I did not catch the fly but he left somewhere and peace was restored. Now if Tate grows up to do this we might have to worry about the example the girls are setting. On a lighter note tonight at dinner we had spaghetti. It's messy but good and fun. Melanie spilt some on her white shirt and so did I. We just strip Tyler down to her diaper because we know she is going to be dirty. Melanie makes the comment that maybe we should all take our shirts off while eating so we don't get messy. McKenna says, "No, no, uh uh, Daddy you don't go naked in the kitchen, that's silly" It is silly to have daddy naked in the kitchen. What were we thinking. It was a good laugh which I needed. Either the girls were hard today or I just wasn't in the mood. Between Tate peeing on me at church and his bottle spilling out, to having to lift a huge fluffy dress to change Tyler to having to sit in the bathroom with McKenna and hold her hand while she passes the smelliest stool ever smelt, I've had enough. Don't get me wrong, I love being a dad. I'm an independent guy and to have 3 people not big enough to take care of themselves even the basic feeding and pottying is a BIG struggle for me. I guess I'll just need to learn to relax and enjoy the innocence at this age.
PS-McKenna came down from watching Snow White this evening and walked up to Melanie and asked her, "Mommy, you're not a witch. (over and over and then) You're not a Monster are you Mommy?" Melanie's response, "not today."
4 comments:
Sounds like the perfect ending to a not so perfect day for John. And all it took was a bowl of spaghetti and a single fly. Grant calls them "bees" too.
Oh! How many time can you count the days.
When your children laughed and played.
To remind you of the 'fun' you had.
But, now it's you and Im so glad.
For the potty is sill in force with more often and harder to hold is the course.
So, as they sit and bend
enjoy the times that never end.
Great laugh..Good to hear from your perspective every now and then.. I thought it was all so easy for you.
It was fun to read this day from a Dad. I've begun to call Victor "Father of the Year" because it seems in Tanner's eyes he can't do anything wrong and from me looking at Victor it seems the everyday stuff doesn't get to him the way it does me. So to see that it does get to SOME Dad's has me questioning if Victor's wearing a good poker face. :)
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