Give Me a Second

As usual, my daughter made me laugh yesterday. She said something so funny I had to write it down, just so I could share it with all of you. That’s just the kind of guy I am.

Yesterday my wife had another appointment with the OBGYN to make sure she and the baby are doing OK. Everything went well with that. We even got to hear the heartbeat. It was healthy and strong. Unfortunately, because the appointment was at 4:30, my daughter was napping when we heard the heartbeat. I tried to wake her, but she was OUT. I felt a little bad, because she had brought one of her dolls with her to have the doctor listen to the doll’s heartbeat. I told her when she woke up that the doctor listened to the doll and she was fine.

Now to the fun part of the story. So, my daughter napped super late, finally waking at 7:00 PM. I had saved dinner (ham and scalloped potatoes) for her and was preparing it for her when she brought over the loaf of bread and asked me for butter bread. Here how the rest of the conversation went:

“I need some butter on my bread Daddy,”

“Just give me a second,” I said. “I’m cutting your meat.”

A few moments pass and then she says, “Can I have some butter?”

“Just give me one more second,” I said.

We go about back and forth a few more times and then, getting a little frustrated I say, “Just give me one more second.”

At this point she says,”OK, I’ll give you one,” and then she walks over to me, pretends to put something in my pocket, and says “Boop. There you go.”

Yep, she gave me a second, just like she asked. It was at this point that my wife and I stopped what we were going and gave her some butter bread.

Boy did we smile after that.

Lego Maniac

I spent a good portion of my day yesterday washing Legos (and a ladybug, as you may see in the above picture). It was tedious, but worth it, as I now have a ton of Legos to play with. I suppose my daughter has some Legos to play with too πŸ™‚ .

Why was I cleaning Legos? Well, a year or so ago my cousin gave us a big box of Legos. They have sat in our basement all that time collecting dust. Every time I would go down there with my daughter she would point to them and say, “Those are my Legos. They need cleaned.” We wanted to get them in some warm water and soap before our daughter played with them. We just never seemed to have the time. Yesterday I finally had a chunk of time.

So, I filled up a big bucket with some hot water, some dish washing liquid, and all the Legos and began to scrub. My wife helped me for a bit before the heat got to be too much. My daughter “helped” too. It took me a good two hours, but I finally got them all scrubbed and placed on the towel for drying.

The funny thing is the Lego set came with three Winnie the Poos and two Tiggers (you can probably spot them in the picture). When I brought them inside my daughter and all the Winnies talking with each other. Apparently, they were walking to Red Lobster (guess where we ate Saturday night πŸ™‚ ).

Anyhow, I’m jazzed to have this massive collection of Legos. My goal is to build a castle with them. If I do, I’ll post a picture. I love having kids! πŸ™‚

More Daughter Quotes

Thanks everybody for the comments yesterday. I haven’t received that many comments in a long time. I should have kids more often πŸ™‚

Not sure what to write about today. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I think I drank too much caffeine yesterday. I’m dumb like that sometimes.

I have an idea for the Clarity of Night contest and have written about half. I’m not sure if it’s any good or not. We’ll see.

I have another quote for you from my daughter. Two actually. The first one was said to one of her stuffed animals with my wife in the room. My daughter said, “Sometimes mommy and daddy talk when I’m asleep and wake me up.” I guess she expected the stuffed animal to scold us. For the record, I don’t think this is true. Maybe we watch Doctor Who on Fridays with the volume too high. Maybe.

The second one is an observation my daughter made to my wife. She said, “Mamma, when you cut an orange in half, it looks like a pizza.” So true. I think this is going to be my new motto for life. So profound. From the mouths of babes…

Happy Birthday to my Daughter

This one is for my daughter. Happy birthday honey. I can’t believe you are already two years old! It seems like only yesterday Mamma and I were bringing you home, full of hope and anxiety. Our lives are so much brighter now that you are here. You are “my favorite and my best”.

Here’s a video I know you will like πŸ™‚

Let’s Go to Work

Thanks for the comments yesterday. I’ll get to replying to them tomorrow. I don’t have much time today as I’m home taking care of my wife who is feeling a little under the weather. In the meantime, I leave you with a picture.

Saturday my wife was getting ready for a baby shower and I was watching my daughter. My daughter walked into the other room, put on my wife’s shoes and said, “I go to work.” Of course, I took a picture.

Open the Door, Get on the Floor..


I had a bit of a difficult evening last night. My wife had work, so my daughter was in change of watching me πŸ™‚

The evening started off well enough, with dinner and then a short walk in the neighborhood. It started to rain, so we cut our excursion short. It was just nice to be able to get outside and not be too cold. We’ll be doing many more walks, I’m sure.

The problems started around 8:30 or 9:00, when I was trying to read some books to get my daughter to sleep. It was then that she most noticed my wife wasn’t home. This lead to calls for “Daddy open the door”, because she thought if I would just open the door, Mommy would be waiting on the other side. I opened the door a few times and tried to explain that Mommy was at work, but it didn’t really help. Closer to 10:00 I was greeted with “No Daddy” and crying fits. It wasn’t until I offered to read Bob the Builder to her that she finally calmed down and eventually fell asleep, five minutes before my wife got home.

So, I’m a little tired today and didn’t get much done with my story edits. Oh well. There’s always tonight.

I Build Stuff


My father-in-law gave my daughter the most excellent train table for Christmas this year.Β  That’s it in the picture above (picture from the manufacturers web site). Since it was pretty big, even unassembled, we weren’t able to bring it home until this weekend. Two nights ago I had the pleasure of putting the thing together, aided at the end by my wife.

The table itself was pretty simple to construct. Just some hex bolts, one of those little hex wrenches, and some mdf. I had it assembled in an hour, and that was all while I was watching the hockey game on TV. The hard part came in assembling the train track.

The directions had a tiny picture with the track all laid out nicely, and with the parts all labeled with letters and numbers. Of course the real life tracks did not have these codes, so we had to guess which piece of track went where. Now I don’t want to say I became frustrated, but if you ever visit me and see teeth marks on the wooden tracks, and a mark on the wall where the track may or may not have been flung, please don’t think less of me πŸ™‚ . Luckily my wife was there to calmly step in and finish the job.

Anyhow, it was a great gift and my daughter was so surprised to find “her table” when she woke in the morning. Now if we could just keep her from climbing it when we leave the room…

Halloween Fun

This will, amazingly be a post not about NaNoWriMo.

I had a pretty good day yesterday. I wound up being the only one at my work to wear a costume, so I spent the day writing code, and debugging reports I created while dressed as a pirate. Meanwhile everyone was dressed in their usual ties and dress clothes. Still, eveyone told me they liked my costume. My wife brought my daughter to the office in her ballerina costume and she charmed everyone.

At the end of the day I was called into the boss’s office and told I was getting a promotion. I was still dressed as a pirate. I was happy for the promotion and told my boss I would now be able to quit piracy. He thought that was pretty funny. It does feel nice to get the promotion even though it isn’t a huge one. It should be enough to cover the increased heating bills of winter, even with Natural Gas prices on the rise.

In the evening we took our daughter a few placed Trick-Or-Treating. We first went to my sister’s house and our daughter loved seeing her aunt. At one point she said, “Halloween! Yay!” Pretty good for a 1 1/2 year old. Everyone tells us how vocal our daughter is, and I know this is because of the time each day my wife spends with her.

We next went to a couple of our neighbor’s houses. It was just nice to say hello, and to learn some of their names.Β  All in all, it was a good time.

Finally, I received my first book in the mail from BookMooch.Β  The book is called Lud-In-The-Mist and comes as a highly regarded by Neil Gaiman fantasy novel.Β  I may have to wait until December to read it, though.

Now, on to NaNoWriMo!

We Will Racka

I haven’t written about my daughter in a little while, so I thought I’d share a little story today. When we woke up yesterday morning my little girl was humming a little tune. She was saying “Adda..adda.. racka”. It was cute but I wasn’t really sure what she was saying. As she continued to sing, however, I realized she was singing Queen’s We Will Rock You, a song that anyone that has attended a sporting event in the United States in the past twenty years knows all too well.

Now, I’m a big fan of Queen, but I haven’t really played any of their music for my daughter to hear. For a while, I had no idea where she was getting this song. Then I remembered Donkey Konga, the Nintendo Gamecube game we play, has We Will Rock You in it.

Donkey Konga is really a pretty cool game.Β  You use a bongo drum as a controller and try to drum to the song.Β  Every now and then we play this game and our daughter dances along to the music.Β  It just amazes me she remembered “We will rock you” from the game as we haven’t played it in a week.

It’s just amazing how easy it is for us all to retain information in song form, even at 17 months old.