She’s Growing Up…Oh Damn
Well the Tornado is wrecking havoc at a greater rate. My darling wife had the very unfortunate pleasure to experience the Tornado’s first attempt at climbing out of her crib. My wife called me at work in tears describing how she heard her screaming and walked in to see her dangling from the outside of the crib by her foot. Luckily, no significant damage just a little scratch, small bump, and a real good scare. Time for the toddler bed, though my darling wife has thought so for a long while now. Slow down, daddy is not ready for this.
The Tornado is starting to talk in sentences and coherent sentences to boot. She is coloring and drawing shapes. The worst was the other morning as we were all getting ready to leave my wife commended me on the Tornado’s outfit noting the use of a cute pink poncho that matched the outfit perfectly. First, my wife rarely approves of my fashion sense when it comes to the not so little one. Second, I didn’t put a poncho on the Tornado. Not only did she find the poncho, put it on (correctly I might add), but she was able to match her clothes, something I can never seem to grasp.
Next up, the wife wants to start to potty train. What ever happened to the little girl I once knew.
March 31st, 2008 at 1:46 pm
So, I actually got a minute at work to read blogs and I saw this post. Man, I don’t think I put her growing up into perspective until I read this. She is, in fact, growing up despite all of my secret prayers to keep her from doing so.
And the poncho was the clincher. Who the heck said that she could dress herself?
Honey, don’t worry. She will always be our little girl. LOL
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