No Peas Please

I (Daniel) hate peas. Seriously. I hate the way they smell. I hate the way they taste. I hate 'em. I hate 'em. I hate'em. I will not eat peas in a bowl, I think those who do, do not have a soul.

Now that Smith and Addison are eating fruits and veggies, they rarely leave the dinner table without some vestige of their dinner on their precious little faces.

After the peas lunch yesterday (who's smell was troubling to get through for me), I cleaned Addison's face of the peas she'd just enjoyed. I picked her up and walked her back into the family room. While doing so, I gave her a big ole kiss on her cheek...

...and then I tasted it.

It was the unmistakable flavor of peas. All over my lips. Everytime I closed my mouth, I got that repugnant flavor all over again.

I instantly head for the bowl of starlight mints in an effor to remove the taste. Only the wife had moved them. So, without closing my mouth or moving my tongue, I begin asking "Where are the mints?"

Only it came out more "ere are a anns?" And I kept asking and asking and getting louder and louder...

Krissee got so darn tickled at me that she couldn't even talk. I'm laughing, but scared to close my mouth for fear of getting the flavor sensation all over again. I'm still holding my daughter and frantically searching for the bowl of mints.

I finally found 'em, and successfully removed that "yummy" flavor from my mouth.

Public Service Announcement

As many of you may know, Dad is somewhat of a Science Fiction geek. So its no surprise that he likes Battlestar Galactica.

What may surprise you is that MOM is also a big fan. See, she knows good television when she sees it. If you're searching for something to add to your Netflix queue, add the BSG miniseries - it'd be a single disc - 4 hours - if you hate it, ok, fine. But I'm willing to bet that you won't.

The final ten episodes of BSG start on Friday, and we couldn't let the opportunity go by without commemerating it with our precious children.

Hopefully they won't hate me too much later in life for this.

(Onesies ordered from Cafepress.com - yes, this actually cost us money and took some planning).

Happy Birthday Mom

(the following was typed by Dad, but was dictated by Smith and Addison):

Dear Mom,
We hope you have a great day. You only turn 3? (not a typo...dad ain't stupid) once. We'll do our best today to eat our veggies and bottles without any fuss. We'll even let Cookie keep up tonight so that you and Dad can go celebrate.

Thank you for being the best mom. You take such good care of us. No wonder we're such happy babies. We love you.

Smith and Addison

Sandy Claws

On Christmas Eve, we braved the local mall to get Santa pictures. We figured that no other parents would have that great idea. WRONG. After an hour and half or so in line, we finally made it to see old St. Nick - and he was as enamored with the daybies as anyone else.

Smith seem to have the unfortunate habit of confusing smiling for the camera and yelling with your mouth wide open for the camera. Buddy - your dad has the exact same problem and there are 30+ years of pictures of him yelling at the camera. At least he'll have a partner in crime now.

Our poor, sweet, sensitive Addison. Over the holidays, she really grew quite attached to Mom and Dad. Its not enough to be in sight of them - she wants one of us to be holding her at all times. Imagine her surprise to realize that this big old man in a red suit was holding her.

Dad was lucky enough to be able to take from 12/24-1/5 off to be at home with his babies. It was a great time to be off and really get to spend time with them and play. He really, really did miss them when he went back to work today.

We're 5 months!

Dad couldn't decide which of these two pictures of us that he liked the best, so he decided to post both of 'em!

Happy New Year everyone.