Daddy Daughter Dates

Brooklyn and I love our daughter-daddy dates. Traditionally, we go get a muffin and then go to the library. The most recent trip was to the Factory in Franklin, an old factory that has been turned into a shabby-chic sort of mall. We found a little coffee shop where we ate our muffins- Brooklyn picked out a chocolate muffin, and I had the cream cheese version. Hers was better. Brooklyn wanted to go into an art store, so we checked out some impressionist paintings. We have a Parisian impressionist painting at our house, complete with Eiffel tower. As such, impressionist paintings seemed to be her favorite. We then went over to the library, where we read a couple of books -Elmo Learns About Computers and Pinochio's Shapes and Sizes. At just over $3, it was a cheap date, but as always it was a lot of fun.



But Daddy, I want to sit in a big chair!


Daddy, can I get a large muffin?


Yay, Daddy-Daughter Date!

Uncool Daddy

The girls love me.  They're always running up to me, wanting to bounce, chase each other, hide under the covers, or just cause general mayhem.  This past week, Krista has been talking about how well the girls are playing with each other.  The other night (the 23rd, I think), the girls were playing together, and I decided to join them- but instead of the joyous reception I normally receive (YEAH, DADDY!), it was like 'oh, dad's here'.  Total buzzkill.  I tried to do something funny, and they still didn't think I was funny.  So I tried to gracefully make my escape, and the girls went back to playing.  Of course, as I type this, things are back to normal.  My 21-month-old Syd has her head on my shoulders, and Brooklyn has been having me bounce her (I hold both her hands helping her jump higher and higher).  But the uncool daddy/cold shoulder incident was not too fun.  I can certainly wait till they are older.

Brian, Eddy, and The Grinch

We met up with the Grinch after the annual Habitrot 5K on Thanksgiving. Brooklyn also congratulated me on a good finish.