A Day with Daddy

Hello, my name is Dad. Some of our older readers may remember me from the much-beloved-not-too-often-posted-segment "From the Bleachers." Well, I am back, if only for a cameo. (No, not in my child's life. I am a regular there, I assure you. I just don't do much of the writing these days.)

My wife, who shall remain nameless, promised a blog post every day in 2012, a ridiculous goal at which we are already failing, I believe. Anywhoo, here I am covering for her while she galavants with 37 other women from our church somewhere in Saco.

The upshot is, it was Daddy Daughter and Edward Tam day at the house. (Edward, who lives in Toronto, but who came back so his wife, Grace could be one of the aforementioned 37 women, stayed at our place.) But Edward, being the popular guy that he is, headed out a little before noon to connect with his fans.

Ok, so what about Amelia? Did she survive? Does she still have all of her limbs intact? Would this guy stop rambling and get to the cute photos?

So, OK, here are some summary photos of our day:

1) Scrunchy face. In the morning she made this wrinkled mess of a face at me. I, being the mature one, made the face back. She thought this was hilarious. Unfortunately, I was slow on the trigger. This picture ALMOST captures the face:

2) Inventing stuff. Amelia had a great idea for a new product. The Showoilet. Ever had to go poo while in the shower, and just didn't want the inconvenience of traveling the 1 foot to the toilet soaking wet and cold? No problem. Just take a seat, let 'er rip, and let the shower water take it away. Her is Amelia modeling her new product:

3) Important life skill building. Amelia worked hard on developing an important life skill called "sweeping the kitchen floor." As you can see, she needed either a taller Amelia or a shorter broom to be a bit more effective.

And that is pretty much the day with Daddy, aside from reading 8 books a collective 6,345 times and me saying over and over, "Is that a [animal name]? What does an [animal name] say?". At the end of the day, Amelia was asleep, and I really, really really was in need of a fellow adult to talk to.

Thanks for reading,

The Dad