My Girls Dad

As any parent can tell you (and probably will at some point), rasing kids is an experience. A definition of experience is "something that happens to somebody". Occasionally my girls will have me truly believe that were my hair on fire while sipping a molotov cocktail it would be a more pleasant something than dealing with their "crises". The level of anxiety that Capt. Joseph Hazlewood felt while running the Exxon Valdez ashore is mild in comparison to my two year old when she drops her eating utensil on the ground. Then there is Kinsey, my five year old daughter. She has her blanky that is still a great comfort to her. I think if everyone had a blanky like hers there would be a lot less need for Paxil, Lexapro and a host of other mind altering drugs. However, the physical connection is very real and very strong. See catastrophe in Websters for an idea of what happens when she loses it. Just to top off the day with a generous dollop of frustration, the blanky's abscence is usually discovered at bedtime. Let the great blanky hunt begin....at 8:30 PM.

With all of that said, almost every day my two girls make me laugh, make me proud and make me so happy to be their dad. The refreshing perspective they bring to a day by inquiring, misusing words, telling a joke that makes no sense and laughing is simply awesome. The intent of this blog is to share some of these weekly joys and smiles with others. Sometimes it will be my perspective on being their Dad and other days it will be my girls perspective on things in this world.

I'm looking forward to memorializing here thoughts and moments that otherwise would be forgotten. Additionally, sharing the somethings that happen to this somebody will be fun. See you soon.

Brian