March 19, 2005
There is so much to write about, I don't know where to start... Colleen is spending the night tonight, and they've been moving so fast, I have no pictures. I'm a bit worn out. On the way from picking them up, Annie twisted to talk to Colleen in the back seat. She detailed ten things that they were going to do (didn't ask, of course, just informed her). The ten things were a detailed list of activities such as play, play school, put kids to nap, etc. As usual for our household, those plans got blown apart. However, they have had a great time thus far.
They've played Old Maid, Winnie the Pooh on the computer, drawn pictures, worked on spelling words, had a picnic outside in the saturated grass, started "Spirit" on the DVD player (but quickly moved on to more imaginative activities), played a wonderful game of "jump on Annie's Daddy" (that's been my favorite so far), ate some pizza and bread sticks, and are now playing dress up. They gave me a wonderful tap show after dressing up and wearing "pretty shoes". Colleen started out very quiet around me, but has finally achieved a confidence level of telling me what's on her mind.
They have been debating about where to sleep. I offered to let then sleep together in my bed (closer to the functional bathroom), or in sleeping bags in Annie's room. The fact that there are seven animals sleeping on my bed with special blankets on them will most likely mean that we all sleep in another room. I've already been given instructions on where I'm allowed to sleep, should I choose to sleep in my comfy bed. The implications of messing up are formidable. In fact, Colleen was kind enough to let me know that my allowed sleeping area was the work-out bench. Yeah. I'm going to sleep on a four-foot bench that is 1.2' feet wide.
Our most recent exchange?
Looking forward to the book reading and time for sleep. Only problem? They've taken over my nightstand, and I don't know where my book is...
I got my revenge just now, though. They were hiding from me behind the black recliner, and while I pretended not to know where they were, I approached the chair with a water bottle and squirted them. I quickly informed them that that was not allowed on their part, even though I'd already had my fun.... It's good to be the dad...
Hmmm... now all the pillows are off the couch, and they are running and jumping into them. Apparently, this is the necessary ritual that comes before making a tent out of pillows... Engineers-to-be: they are now constructing the tent structure into "apartments". I just hope they don't become slum-lords...
Civil Engineers they are not. The whole thing just fell down on them... I think they are finally beginning to wind down... That means they are only moving at Mach 2...
Proud to be a Daddy
They've played Old Maid, Winnie the Pooh on the computer, drawn pictures, worked on spelling words, had a picnic outside in the saturated grass, started "Spirit" on the DVD player (but quickly moved on to more imaginative activities), played a wonderful game of "jump on Annie's Daddy" (that's been my favorite so far), ate some pizza and bread sticks, and are now playing dress up. They gave me a wonderful tap show after dressing up and wearing "pretty shoes". Colleen started out very quiet around me, but has finally achieved a confidence level of telling me what's on her mind.
They have been debating about where to sleep. I offered to let then sleep together in my bed (closer to the functional bathroom), or in sleeping bags in Annie's room. The fact that there are seven animals sleeping on my bed with special blankets on them will most likely mean that we all sleep in another room. I've already been given instructions on where I'm allowed to sleep, should I choose to sleep in my comfy bed. The implications of messing up are formidable. In fact, Colleen was kind enough to let me know that my allowed sleeping area was the work-out bench. Yeah. I'm going to sleep on a four-foot bench that is 1.2' feet wide.
Our most recent exchange?
Girls: You have to babysit the kids, because we don't want to.
Me: Ok.
Girls: If you smell stink, you need to change them.
Me: Ok.
Girls: At 9:00, they will need to have something to drink. If they cry, you need to give them milk. Here is the orange juice, here is the grape juice. This is apple juice, and they can't have that.
Me: Got it.
Girls: Ok, we're going back to our party.
Me: Er... ok. (Wondering where they got the idea that partying versus childcare was ok... and dreading that I know the answer.)
Girls: I love you!
Me: (Blast it... that always works.)
Looking forward to the book reading and time for sleep. Only problem? They've taken over my nightstand, and I don't know where my book is...
I got my revenge just now, though. They were hiding from me behind the black recliner, and while I pretended not to know where they were, I approached the chair with a water bottle and squirted them. I quickly informed them that that was not allowed on their part, even though I'd already had my fun.... It's good to be the dad...
Hmmm... now all the pillows are off the couch, and they are running and jumping into them. Apparently, this is the necessary ritual that comes before making a tent out of pillows... Engineers-to-be: they are now constructing the tent structure into "apartments". I just hope they don't become slum-lords...
Civil Engineers they are not. The whole thing just fell down on them... I think they are finally beginning to wind down... That means they are only moving at Mach 2...
Proud to be a Daddy