I’m taking advantage of the fact that Hazel likes to both repeat and contradict anything I say. So a lot of our conversations lately have been: Me: Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel: No, you’re the best Daddy! Me (louder): Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel (louder also): No, you’re the best! …
The little guy isn’t crawling yet but we have definite forward momentum if you give him something to reach for.
It’s a chilly summer night and I want to snuggle up to Aline. She looks at me – please note we’ve been having an ongoing debate about whether or not I snore – and says: I might as well snuggle with a chainsaw. Ouch.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
