Quote of the Day:
Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah
I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday shes gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I wont deny
–Little Miss Magic–Jimmy Buffett
Last year for Father’s Day I featured a few things learned from Dad. This year, a day late, I offer a few of the (lesser) things I’ve learned as a Dad.
- I can function on 5-7 hours of sleep, though not nearly as well as I could back in the nights of 10.
- I can get those 5-7 hours on approximately 6 square inches of bed space.
- In my prior life, certain promises to any person were conditional. As a Dad, not so. Example–we ran out of bathtub crayons not long ago. My daughter didn’t understand. So I promised I would get some new ones as soon as possible. The next night she held up the spent crayons and said “we gotta get new ones.” She then repeated this 23 times during the bath. I again promised I would get some new ones as soon as possible. The next day, Wal-mart was out of bathtub crayons. So was Target. I kept driving around town until I found those damn crayons. In my prior life, I would’ve simply given up after Wal-mart and said “I couldn’t find them.” But there was no way I was facing another bath time with the guilt of an unfulfilled oath hanging over the tub.
- The script of Winnie the Pooh.
- The joy of morning “tea.”
- The necessity of pre-dinnertime kitchen dancing.
- The space limitations on my laptop for photos and videos.
- The insufficiency of memory.
- The best time to turn on Sprout.
- And finally, poop happens.
And a belated Father’s Day poll to hopefully make this post a bit more interesting: