No new news yet. Michele was due last Saturday, but Daniel says the baby isn't coming until this Saturday at 2pm. He's very precise.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Daddy, I'm not a saint...
At night we pray with Daniel and ask for the intercessions of the saints, one of which is, of course, St. Daniel. To which Daniel now repeatedly replies:
Daniel: No Daddy, I'm not a saint. I don't have the rings around my head.
Daniel: No Daddy, I'm not a saint. I don't have the rings around my head.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Hidden treasures of Seattle
Michele and I are nesting again. The other day we tackled the basement, which inevitably means a run to the dump. This is an experience Michele has never had.
As we prepare to start cleaning...
Michele (with a slight whine): I want to go with you to the dump this time. You only take boys to the dump with you, and I've never been able to see it.
Chris (who loves a trip to the dump with anyone): Sure.
I wasn't sure if she'd like it, especially if the tractor was active, but it turned into a fun semi-date actually. She was wide-eyed watching man's triumph over refuse unfold before her eyes. It always brings a tear to mine. She had a great time until I took out the camera. Special treat: we arrived just as the city garbage trucks were unloading; always a site to see!
As we prepare to start cleaning...
Michele (with a slight whine): I want to go with you to the dump this time. You only take boys to the dump with you, and I've never been able to see it.
Chris (who loves a trip to the dump with anyone): Sure.
I wasn't sure if she'd like it, especially if the tractor was active, but it turned into a fun semi-date actually. She was wide-eyed watching man's triumph over refuse unfold before her eyes. It always brings a tear to mine. She had a great time until I took out the camera. Special treat: we arrived just as the city garbage trucks were unloading; always a site to see!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Only trees have wings
Daniel watched a squirrel run across our yard to the fence the other day.
Daniel: "That squirrel is running. But he can't get on the fence. He doesn't have wings to fly up there.......................................................................................................................only trees have wings."
Daniel: "That squirrel is running. But he can't get on the fence. He doesn't have wings to fly up there.......................................................................................................................only trees have wings."
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Scolded by a two year old
Daniel took Michele and I to task tonight at dinner, and we had probably one of the funniest interactions with him yet.
Daniel, having trouble eating his dinner, needed some encouragement. So, as he took a bite, I sang a celebratory song while praising him. Specifically, I sang a fast paced techno song called "Techno Syndrome" - the one from Mortal Kombat. As an aside, Michele loves it when I sing techno;)
Daniel took his bite, smiled, then looked at me seriously and said:
"Uh, Daddy, dinner is not play time."
Ouch...caught in my own rule. Michele smirked in pleasure. Sensing she had a chance to drive home the point, and add some salt to my wounds, she remarked,
"That's right, Daniel. Dinner time is not play time."
Feeling very pleased that her son ganged up against me for misbehaving at the table, she took a bite and smiled. Then Daniel put her in her place. Turning to look at Michele he said:
(in a semi-scolding tone): "Uh, Mommy, I was talking to Daddy, not you."
In one instant she was hit with both the truth that she had uncharitably took advantage of the situation, and the fact that she just got scolded for mocking me by her two year old son. The exchange was so fast and humorous she spit out her food.
I then proceeded to explain that spitting your food out was not polite.
Daniel, having trouble eating his dinner, needed some encouragement. So, as he took a bite, I sang a celebratory song while praising him. Specifically, I sang a fast paced techno song called "Techno Syndrome" - the one from Mortal Kombat. As an aside, Michele loves it when I sing techno;)
Daniel took his bite, smiled, then looked at me seriously and said:
"Uh, Daddy, dinner is not play time."
Ouch...caught in my own rule. Michele smirked in pleasure. Sensing she had a chance to drive home the point, and add some salt to my wounds, she remarked,
"That's right, Daniel. Dinner time is not play time."
Feeling very pleased that her son ganged up against me for misbehaving at the table, she took a bite and smiled. Then Daniel put her in her place. Turning to look at Michele he said:
(in a semi-scolding tone): "Uh, Mommy, I was talking to Daddy, not you."
In one instant she was hit with both the truth that she had uncharitably took advantage of the situation, and the fact that she just got scolded for mocking me by her two year old son. The exchange was so fast and humorous she spit out her food.
I then proceeded to explain that spitting your food out was not polite.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Happy Easter!
Daniel puts on his Sunday best for Easter Mass.
Hanging out after Easter Mass with Fr. Jordan 
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