Tuesday Morning

It's one of the most insignificant days of the week, but somehow, today feels monumental. Maybe it's because I see my son tomorrow or maybe it's because I'm holding my daughter in my arms while I type this. She smells like spilled milk, but somehow, even when her scent seems sour to some, she smells succulent. Also, she sells seashells down by the seashore.

I realized that 75% of my two days of blogging was photos. I guess I just wanted to show off what I'm most proud of. I'm not really blogging to meet new friends to IM or whatever. This is kind of an online diary of sorts since I type faster than I write. Of course, this is also a public diary, so I'm sure I won't delve too deep.

I have to start the pork, but I wanted to share a quick story. Yesterday, I had to go to the bathroom. When you have a baby that's close to crawling on the floor, you know you need to move fast. Unfortunately, nature doesn't always obey the likes of man and so it took me a little longer. I was listening with the bathroom door open and I noticed that Madeline was quiet. I finished up the best I could and ran out to the living room (didn't even wash my hands) and there was Madeline playing peek-a-boo with the ceiling fan. She had pulled the sheet she was playing on over her head and then she flung it off when she heard me approach. There she was silently saying "peek-a-boo" with her radiant little smile. The sacrifice of my personal time was definitely worth the reward.

Sorry I didn't tell you this story, Daddy, but you're reading it now!