Seriously
If you have to be inside because it's a school night... ...and you have to have a fire because it's snowing... ...and you have to do your homework...because you have to... ...is there any better place to do it than in momma's lap by the fire? Seriously. Is there? (answer: No)
Keep The Light
Yes, I know it's pretty. But it's also March February. And though the east coast is losing its collective mind over more snow than its ever seen since snow was invented, I'm rather done with the whole show. Which isn't very smart of me considering the fact that Colorado winter has yet to truly show herself. Everything is brown, and dead, and dormant. In fact, just yesterday, Cute Redhead and I were laughing about the spell it cast over us just one year ago. We took one long look out the window, cursed the deep freeze, and loaded up the SUV and ...
She Works Hard
This child is not messing around. If you happen to glance at your calendar, you'll notice we're a full eight days out of what has got to be Charlie Girl's favorite day of the year: Valentine's Day. If you wonder what it is about that day that does it for her, take a quick look at her bedroom and I'm wagering it'll come into focus... ...pink. We're loving The Rebel Force, by the way. And, believe me, it takes much better photos than the one up top...even though that's a good shot. What makes me happy about it is that it was very ...
“Daddy, do we?”
It was positioned where I could not miss it: right atop my laptop where she knew I'd have to see it. It reads: "Valentines Present - go to TJMaxx and buy Emma a dress go the little girls aisle and look for a dress with white and blue polka-dots please please please please please please please please buy me the dress." And it explains now the questions she fired off the other evening when I was preoccupied with The Rebel Force ("baby hold *click* still for *click click click* daddy just a *click* second") and the cutest little nose I've ever seen... ...questions like, ...
Masterful
The goal here, dear readers, is a deft articulation. It's a story I've been thinking about writing since it came to pass about one year ago. And the only way I'm going to pull this one off is by conveying the following without ever actually saying it. If you get it, great. If you don't, we're going to just leave it there. You'll understand why in a minute. Oh, and one more thing: if you feel compelled to comment, remember: deft articulation without ever actually saying it, folks. Note the photograph, but back-burner it for a second. It occurred to me one day last winter ...
A Life in the Day
There's a lot that goes on in any household of Sunday morning, and even though this is hardly all of it, I managed a few snapshots with The Rebel Force and thought a look-see into the Waltz would be fun. Starting with: ...trespassing, apparently, on Alpha and Beta's turf where a video game was in progress. That's Beta's version of bearing his little fangs. And not wanting to risk life and limb, I back out of that room to visit Charlie Girl in hers... No Charlie Girl. Just an ocean of pink. Exit The Vortex of Pepto-Abysmal and check in on Cute Redhead ...
Got It
Take a look at the photograph. Take a nice, long look. And brace yourself. BECAUSE IT WAS TAKEN WITH THE CAMERA I WANT! YAY!! It gives me great pleasure to announce to one and all: Whine-Aid was a success. A massive success! And yesterday, with the final contribution to Shut Him The Hell Up About The &*$@! Camera He Doesn't Have, I made my way to the camera store, tears in eyes, hands quaking, lip quivering and looked right into the eyes of Camera Salesperson Guy and said, "hold me." Actually, I didn't say that. I said, "RING IT UP BUCKO!" And he laughed because ...
To Waltz in Perdition is to understand this marriage and children thing long enough to realize it's a beautiful Hell: none of us knew what was coming. But, hopefully, we pause just enough to admit it's worth it.
If you have to be inside...
C'mon, Spring. You can do it.
