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How about a little about me today, or more importantly, about my kids. For those of you who don't know me, - at the time of posting I'm fairly sure only those that know me are reading this- and for those that do but have forgotten, I have kids, two in fact. I have a girl, and boy. Odelia, my little girl, is 3. Holden my little boy is 9 months. Holden isn't terribly interesting right now, he's just learned to crawl, has teeth, makes lots of noise and smells, and he will bite you. so we keep him in his cage, he has one of those big watter bottles that use a ball barring and the power of gravity to keep the water slowly leaking out, he loves it.
I really want to talk about my little girl, Odelia. She is a precocious little Imp. she likes to wake up at 6 am, and say "goood moorrnniingg dAAAAAddd, it's a BEAutIFUL sunny day!" yesterday she walked out with sunglasses on, it kills me.
She said things that are so cute you want to squeal (and I often do) like a little girl. for example, I took her to the drug store last night. Carleigh (my wife) has a bad cold and needed some things. I took Odelia along for the ride, well the store, any store, is always an adventure. She had to open EVERY greeting card that made noise, or played a song. She would dance when there is music, laugh when she thought it was supposed to be funny, and toss the ones she didn't get behind her. Frequently declaring "THIS IS MY FAVORITE LETTER!!!" Once I manage to pry her away from the greeting cards, she sees toys. From this point, the only thing you can do is let her find something and then let her play with it while dragging her around to get what you came out to get. This time, it was a ball. a big, inflated, latex rubber ball, with millions of tentacles on the outside, and a flashing multicolored light inside. When she found this, she picked it up, clutched it to her chest, and declared "I LOVE THIS!! IT'S MY FAVORITE!! I LOVES IT!!" and she would repeat that anytime I'd say, no I'm sorry you can't have it, you have plenty of toys at home. We now own an orange rubber ball with tentacles that smells a bit like old cheese.
Now here is my favorite story. We decided that it would be a good thing, if our daughter knew her parents names. Helpful if she should ever get lost in a store, so they aren't paging "mom and dad". Well this had been going well, and she had learned our names, it was amusing. she calls me Tile. We took her to her grandmother's one night for dinner, and we were all too eager to show off her new trick.
"what's mommies name?"....."TARLY!"
"what's daddies name?"....."TILE!"
GOOD... now time for proof of concept... "What is YOUR name?"..........-puzzled look-.........."DAMN IT!"