Snaggle Tooth
It took about three months, but Abby finally worked one of her baby teeth out of her head. She was very excited. She just about flipped when the Tooth Fairy brought five $1 bills and six quarters. “I didn’t know she would bring me all of these coins,” she said.
She’ll Never Be 4 Again
We just wrapped up three birthday celebrations over the last two weeks. The other day I said to her “I wish you were 1-year-old again” and she replied, “Daddy, I’m 5. I’ll never be 1 again.”
Has It Really Been That Long?
Today is Gina’s and my 15th wedding anniversary. I wanted to wear red Chuck Taylors in the wedding and Gina refused to let me, to her everlasting regret.
Happy anniversary, sweet baby.
Thank You, Easter Bunny
Abby, Aunt Jodie and I headed to my Mom and Dad’s place in southeast Kansas for a little Easter frivolity. Gina was on injured reserve with a bum shoulder and didn’t make the traveling squad this time. Abby and Jodie held a traditional Easter egg dying party on Saturday.
A Post Irony Christmas Card
Gina started breaking down the Christmas tree this evening and I protested, saying we hadn’t shot our annual family Christmas portrait. I use “annual” loosely here. So I got all my pitchure takin’ junk out. In hindsight, it would have been better to think of this earlier in the season. I would have shaved and worn a decent shirt and we would have combed Abby’s hair.
Merry Christmas
We had us a whole mess of Christmas this year. First, we moved to another city a couple of weeks before the big day. Then for the big day loaded up and went to Branson to see Mimi and PawPaw. That’s where I gave Abby the jack-in-the-box that has apparently been giving her nightmares ever since.
Baby It’s Cold Outside
One thing you don’t want to see on your first official day of house husbanding is ice dangling from the eaves. That means you’ll be stuck inside the house with a television-addicted kid. “Can I watch one Dora, please,” is printed on the official seal of the Dailey household.
Happy Birthday To Me
Most people think of 9/11 as a day of infamy. Well, it is, but it’s also my birthday. I get a lot more “Happy Birthdays” since those planes flew into those big buildings because it turned out to be a fabulous mnemonic device to remember my big day.
Gina and Abby baked me a cake and gave me a couple of presents. It was great. Abby cried when Gina brought the cake out for me to blow out the candles. She doesn’t like the fire. Gina’s going to take me out to eat tomorrow night.
Sold!
Grandma Dailey (my dad’s mother) lived in the country near DeQueen Arkansas for about 37 years. For the last 30 years she lived there alone after the death of her husband, Aubrey. She was an antiques dealer, quilt maker and made the best corn bread. She’s 93 now and her health has gotten to the point where she can’t live alone anymore and has moved in with one of her daughters in Texas. On Saturday she held an auction at her house to sell her furniture and other belongings to get the house ready for it to sell.
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