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I enjoy history.

Your great grandfather, daddy’s grandfather, was a high school history teacher. I’ve written a couple of history books.

When I think about you, born in 2014, and I imagine the life you have in front of you, the years and decades ahead of you, it boggles my mind and takes my breath away. You will live to see a future beyond my imagination.

I was born in 1967.

In 2067, you’ll be 53.

When I’m 53, you’ll be six years-old.

The world has changed so much in my lifetime, from computers, to humans on the moon, to the international space station and satellites helping me navigate traffic with the computer I carry in my pocket and use to make phone calls and take pictures of you.

What sort of world will you grow up in? What wonderful things will you live to see? What magical things will you take for granted, that I can’t begin to imagine?

I so look forward to seeing the rest of my life through your eyes as you grow and learn and experience the world around us with wonder and awe. And I’ll continue to try to image the world I’ll leave behind, the world in which you’ll grow up, and the world in which you’ll raise your own child.


Well, it finally happened, shopping with you the other day at Costco.

Walking around the store, your head is up as you try to see everything at once. Turning from side to side and then back again in the seat, you look at other people, at the shelves, the lights of the ceiling, the items I put in the basket, Everything is interesting and fascinating.

I carry on a continuous conversation with you while we shop. We talk about everything that’s going on. The shopping list. The things I put in the cart. Your reaction to things. The free samples. We interact with each other as you interact with the environment. It’s usual.

There were little girls and boys around your age at the store. But they don’t behave the way you do. They cower in the carts like trapped, wide-eyed animals that look like this:


You’re clearly different from many babies your age. When we take you out people complement you. They can see your excitement.

Other shoppers return your smile and comment on how happy you are.

They say things like,  “oh, she’s so pretty.”

”Look at that smile. “

She’s so precious.”

”How old is she?” the Costco employee asked.

”14 months this past Monday.”

”She’s adorable.”

And then it happened –

”Is she your granddaughter?”

”She’s my daughter.”

Someone was going to ask that, I just thought I’d be older when they did.

Plenty of people are grandparents when they reach the age Mommy and Daddy are now.

Mommy and Daddy have friends from high school who are grandparents.

The reality is we’re old enough to be your grandparents, but we’re just Mommy and Daddy, and you’re our little girl.

Shopping at Khol's, April 17, 2015.

Shopping at Khol’s, April 17, 2015.


An update at 14 months

You’re speaking in code. 1280px-Enigma_rotors_and_spindle_showing_contacts_rachet_and_notch

It’s up to us to decipher what you’re trying to say.

Some things you say are pretty simple.



Other utterings are a little more complex.



They are different words, but mean the same thing. When we’re trying to put a shoe on you or give you something and you would rather do it – “Idoitdoidoit.”

Deciphering often has a lot to do with context.

“Idon.” I have no idea what it means. I thought I did when I wrote it down but as I try to explain it here, the meaning eludes me. It’s not what you say when you’re done eating. When you’re done, you just drop surplus food or a bottle onto the floor without a sound.


“Aye.” Accompanied by the point of your little finger, it means you want something, we just have to figure out what it is.

Mommy tries to get you to “use your words,” while daddy is trying to just use words himself.

“Aye.” Point.

“What do you want?”

“Aye.” Point.

”The apple?”

“Aye.” Point.

“Do you want the apple?”

“Aye.” Point.

Your tone never changes. Seemingly, you could go on for hours saying the same word and pointing.

“Aye.” Point.

“The kiwi?” It’s on the counter next to the apple.

“Aye.” Point.

“Kiwi or apple?” I ask, holding them both to you.

“Aye.” You point at the kiwi.

And then you eat it all.

You eat a lot.

You move a lot and you eat a lot. You’re walking nearly everywhere. You only crawl to get up or down a step, but you’re really great at turning around and lowering yourself down. Down the back stairs or over the side of the bed, you turn around and down you go.

Saturday we went to celebrate Easter with Mommy’s side of the family.

Easter egg hunt.

Easter egg hunt.

At dinner with the family – there were 25 of us – you consumed an entire pear. For dessert. After already eating a lot of dinner. Daddy cut a piece of the pear and you ate it. And you kept eating until it was gone.

You can drink as much as 12 ounces from the liquid solids bottle during a meal. You’re not eating with a fork or spoon yet, but you can eat a lot with your hands. If we try to make you eat with a spoon, you squeal and say, “idoitdoidoit.” But you don’t. You smile happily while you play with the spoon and eat with your other hand.

There can be a lot of squealing and sometimes you just scream. At 14 months-old, it’s like you’ve entered the terrible twos. I can’t imagine what you’ll be like in 10 months.


I love being a daddy

I love being a daddy.

After so many years, and so many years of not really enjoying being around little kids, I had given up on ever having children.

But your mommy and I love each other so much, when we heard about you, we wanted to share our love with you. And I am glad we did.

I love how you react when you see me, first thing in the morning when you awake. Or your reaction when you see me after work. I love changing diapers and feeding you. I even understand how you cry at night, not wanting to go to sleep. I feel the same way having to say goodnight to you at the end of the day.

I love pushing you in the stroller, and carrying you in the car seat.

I love watching you chomp and ‘chew’ with your gums the ‘solid’ foods served with a spoon. And how you laugh at the fish in the fish tank after you eat.

I love every aspect of being a daddy. Of being your daddy.


Prints charming

Mommy and Daddy had to go get fingerprinted again, because the FBI couldn’t read the last set of fingerprints (for either of us!).

So, we got fingerprinted again, this time by a different officer.

The fingerprints will be used by the police to check our backgrounds, and to ensure we’re not criminals.

We’re not worried, because Daddy isn’t a criminal. In fact, for you, I’m Prints Charming.
Prints charming