When I pulled into the driveway and heard Van Morrison blaring through the windows it became clear to me just how very different Daddy-time is than Mommy-time.
Just as Avelyn outgrows one neon baby toy it is replaced by another, even bigger, more brightly coloured piece of playtime equipment that threatens to take over my living room.
Playdates are fun. Today Abby and Jen came over and we had fun watching the girls interact. Avelyn stomped her legs down to little nubs in the exersaucer while Abby tried to smother her with kisses.
While Steve is snapping photos of the Sydney Opera House with our camera I am left to try to work some magic on my parents’.
This is an old photo taken when Avelyn was about four months old.
I got nuthin’ to write today.
Could she look any more like her Daddy?
Didn’t think so.