Socks

Addie was standing in the living room while I was sitting in our recliner holding Audrey Kate.  Addie picked up one of my thick, wool socks and pulled it over her arm like a sock puppet.  The difference for Addie, is that the sock goes all the way up to her armpit, so it definitely covers her whole arm.  Addie, excitedly, began to run around the room, holding her be-socked arm in the air.

"Addie, is your arm a sock?"  I ask her.  She immediately stops running and looks at me.  "I'm not a sock!  I'm Addie!" and then she pulls the sock off her arm.  I didn't offend her--her tone was not confrontational at all--that's what was so funny about it.  Her response was about as matter-of-fact as you could get.  How do I respond?

"I know you're Addie, I was just talking about the sock you had on your arm."  She stares at me blankly and then squeals, "Silly Daddy!" and runs to her room.  I only wish I could have these kind of conversations in my normal, adult life.  It would make things much more interesting.

Supervisor: "Is that the proposal you've been working on?"
Me: "I'm not a proposal. I'm Paul!"
Supervisor: "Uh....I know, but I was just going to see if you would..."
Me (running away giggling): "Silly supervisor!"

If only...

I begin, yet again.

I don't think anyone checks my blog anymore.  I don't mean this as any sort of pitiable statement--I just haven't updated it in a loooong time, and I take responsibility diminishing returns...there's literally nothing to read.  So, I'm wiping the slate clean (yet again) and I'm going to try to start writing some new stuff.  When I started this, Addie hadn't been born yet, and then she was just a baby, so I was relying on myself for material.  What I've since learned, is that children are a goldmine of comedic weirdness. 

That being said, I'm going to try my best to update this space with the weird, funny stuff that Addie tells me, and the weird, funny stuff that Anne Perry and Audrey Kate do.  I think I need to start blogging again for me as much as anyone.  I already feel like I have a tenuous grip on all the things I want to remember about my kids anyway, and the last thing I want to do is forget all of this stuff, as I will desperately need it at future formal occasions that call for hilarious, yet embarrassing reminiscences (proms, rehersal dinners, etc.).  So, please, check back every now and again, and I'm promise I'll try to do my part.