It was the winter solstice, the day the sun stands still then changes directions to bring us more light and eventually warmth for the summer to come. I was churning through the usual routine to get my family ready to go - breakfast then washing, and then dressing and getting to the car. This procedure can take some time for my 3 and 4 year old, and sometimes even more time for the misses. It was near 11:00 and my family was almost ready to go (record time!). The misses was putting the finishing touches on her face, my youngest was putting her boots on, and I was combing the hair of my oldest child. Combing and styling a four year old girls hair is difficult for me because I lack experience with braiding, ponytails, barrettes, and the like - and a four year old is a perpetual moving target. But, as with everything, I try my best. I was trying to make a pony tail on top of her head, and while I was working on it she had slowly slithered down from a standing to sitting position between the couch and coffee table making it impossible to proceed. So, I called her name and asked her to stand, but Sponge Bob garners much more of her attention than my voice, so I grabbed her around the waist to pull her back up as the misses entered the room. The unexpected pressure on my daughters belly squeezed out a fart as she stood. She looked at me, then at her mother and said "Oh my daddy farted!" and waived her hand in front of her nose. Four years old, and already blaming me when she farts. I couldn't be prouder. Merry Christmas everyone, Merry Christmas.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
A special tale of holiday cheer for you and yours
Tis the season everyone, tis the season! Today, rather than blog the usual sports related story with my own special 30 something slant of sarcasm, if I'm lucky a trace of wit, and lets not forget the usual heaping of self-deprecation I've decided to share with you a personal story of holiday joy.
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4 comments:
That's so ... sweet?
*sniff* That's a beautiful story.
Muumuu, that story perfectly captures the spirit of the season.
They certainly sound like your daughers, MuuMuuMan. But just to be sure: have any Mongoloids at local fast food eateries mistaken them for their cousins?
Cause you know, that would seal the deal.
"Are you my cousin?"
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