I see London, I see France...

Last night we went out to eat. Libby has been sitting in booster seats at restaurants lately but usually before the food comes she wants to stand up and play around in the booth. Yesterday, Mike and I were talking and she was playing around with her cup and next thing we know, she had taken her skirt off and was looking at her diaper. Mike said if he wasn't so embarrassed he would have taken a picture on his phone. She had remembered that Mickey Mouse was on her diaper and she wanted to look at him. That kid has the memory of an elephant!

TLA

Say Cheese!

Libby has become quite the little photographer. She wants to play with our camera and has figured out how to turn it on/off and take pictures. She walks around saying "Cheese!" (well really "chee") and points it at things.

Presenting... Libby's Photo Gallery

Manly?

My friend Dave wrote a blog the other day about glimpsing into the future and attending his daughter's (Keaton) wedding. What dad of a daughter probably hasn't thought of that day when his little girl is in the middle of her happiest day ever? His entry and the comments that resulted from it, which by the way Dave has turned into an RHS reunion of sorts, made this blog possible. A friend of mine named Kelli commented to Dave that he should listen to the song "I Loved Her First" by Heartland. First of all, I concur 110% with her recommendation. Dave's fear? Tearing up in the car hearing that song.

That song came out sometime in late 2006 on their debut album. I heard the song on the radio that fall and fell in love with the song. Libby was probably 6-7 months old or so when I heard it, and immediately I had those father/daughter dance visions in my head. That would be a great song to have played. For Christmas that year, Tricia bought me their CD and it gained heavy rotation. My parents even got into the act and framed a lyrics sheet to that song and gave it to me for my 30th birthday.

Heartland's song came out roughly the same time that Tim McGraw came out with "My Little Girl"...another good song about a similar topic.

Let's fast-forward to this spring. I'm cutting the grass one afternoon and listening to my MP3 player. The song "Drive" by Alan Jackson came on and for some reason, I'm sitting there on my mower, still cutting, wiping away the tears. Seriously. I was crying while cutting the grass. And about an Alan Jackson song? What?!?! Why was I getting all cryey? Same vision of Libby grown up, this time as I've taught her how to drive and how maybe one day she'll share that memory with her children. In that song, he talks about how he taught all his daughters to drive in a worn-out Jeep. That just hit me. It hit me because I have a feeling that we're going to be blessed with girls. Yep, Mike and the girls. Mike teaching his girls to drive...a worn-out Corolla? Nah, but you get the point.

It's natural, I think, to have these random bits of emotion come up every now and again. So Dave, I say to you, download "I Loved Her First", grab a Kleenex, and cry away.
MK

Summer Hours

Tricia's on strike until I blog again. So, I'm guessing that it's time for Mike to get cracking again!

I started my summer hours again today. For most people, they would love to have Fridays off for the summer. I hate it. I'm gone for nearly 12 hours each day and I only get to see my girls for a short amount of time each night. On the positive side, I do get to save one day's worth of gas for the next 3 months.

Libby's definitely showing her 2's lately. She's throwing some tantrums about the simplest of things, like walking to/from the car. She's not wanting to try new foods and lots of things are all hers, or to Libby "all mine!" Something that I've really had to laugh about lately is her love of the camera - anytime that Tricia or I pull out our camera or our cell phones to take a picture, she says "cheese". It took us a while to figure out where she picked up on it, but on Handy Manny, they say cheese at the camera. That little one picks up so much from TV...bad sign?
MK