- My daughter singing 'Feliz Navidad' at the restaurant. Yes, she knew it was a Christmas song.
- 4:00 am - "Daaa Daaa!" "What, dear?" She points at her stuffed doll just eight inches from her outstretched finger. "Can you hand me my woobie?"
- Just a couple of days ago, it seems, we were discussing the possibility of maybe thinking about eventually starting a family. Sometime. Yesterday the result of that conversation turned nine. How the hell did that happen and what happened to all those years? Happy Birthday, Son of Mine. Thanks for making me a Dad.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
11 May 2007
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1. Muffins with Mommy.
2. A nine year old. I'd do nothing less for him even if he causes me to gain 50 pounds.
3. Eggs, get your eggs here.
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