The chronicles and ramblings of a stay-at-home father raising his three beautiful girls, Anya Rose, Caitlin Rose and Reegan Rose.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Mid Winter Break

Its been another great week here in Washington.  For some strange reason the girls didn't have school this week.  Some genius on the school board thought students needed a week off between Christmas break and spring break.  People out here are just plain lazy.

Having the girls with me full time this week, we decided to get out and make the most of it.  On Monday we went to the Children's Museum.  It was fun but grossly overcrowded.  It had the usual Children's Museum milieu; dress up clothes, water tables, infectious diseases on all surfaces, and sciency stuff that even the grown ups can't figure out.  The girls had fun.

On Tuesday I brought the girls to a Doll Museum.  I hadn't heard of such a thing until my wife's coworker recommended we go.  It's basically two floors of encased dolls from the 1800's to today.  The girls were very excited as we entered, but upon learning they weren't going to be able to play with the dolls, the museum idea quickly lost steam.  Seriously though, what was I thinking?  You take three kids to a place where there's all sorts of fun things and then you tell them that all they can do is look?  That's why I never go to strip clubs.  The concept is ludicrous!

Wednesday we went for a walk to the nearby park.  We played for a bit and walked down to the lake to feed the ducks.  As we started throwing bread, Anya had the idea of trying to catch one of the ducks.  Her plan was to lure him closer by putting pieces of bread in a line while she waited at the end with arms ready to snatch.  As I was complementing her on her strategy, she yelled, "Dad!!! You have to be quite!  The ducks understand English!!!"  She must have been right as none of the ducks dared to eat the bread close enough for her to catch one.  I guess we'll have to start working on our Spanish.

Thursday and Friday were both pretty uneventful.  We decided to make pinatas this morning which was fun.  Anya did a great job of putting the paper mache on her balloon and Reegan did a great job of covering herself in paper mache paste.  I'm pretty sure I could have put her in the oven for 45 minutes and she would have come out tasting great.

I better go, Anya just came into the den saying "Dad, I couldn't twist the top of the glue, so I had to take the top off." When I asked her what she was doing, she said "Oh don't worry dad, just a craft."  When Anya does a 'craft' without me, it usually involves significant property damage.

Tip of the Day - If your 3 year old diva wants to wear pumps to the gym, she's going to wear pumps to the gym.

Monday, February 13, 2012

We've been in Issaquah for just about a month and a half and we're still loving Washington.  Last week we had a five day spell of beautifully sunny skies with temperatures in the low 60's.  We went for hikes, bike rides, and visited more parks than a registered sex offender!  It was great.  The girls have been really good this past month.  Both Anya and Caitlin LOVE going to school.  Every day they argue about who gets to go and who has to stay home with dad (Caitlin loses that argument 3 out of 5 days as she only gets to go on Tuesday and Thursday). 

Anya had her first play date last week when we invited her friend from school over for the morning.  Anya absolutely loves having someone her age to play with and I can't complain either.  Instead of 'Daddy let's play Chutes and Ladders! Daddy lets play pirates! Daddy lets...' she manages to keep herself entertained.  KK and Reegan have accepted the fact that I can't devote 100% of my time to them, Anya on the other hand, still relishes in the memory when it was just her and her alone. 

Reegan has become more temperamental these past few weeks.  She's still the adorable little Reegsey, but at least once a day she has a massive meltdown.  She can get more belligerent that Mel Gibson after a bottle of tequila, with slightly fewer anti-Semitic tirades.  I can never figure out what is going to put her off. She is becoming increasingly independent, reluctant to accept my help even when she has not idea how to do something. 

"Honey can I help you tie your shoe?"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"Okay...."
-5 minutes of her fumbling with the laces, eyebrows furrowed, getting increasingly hostile.
"Can I show you how to do that?"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I can do it damnit!! Leave me alone!!!"
"Alright sweety..."
-Meltdown. Lying face down, screaming and kicking her legs
"Daddy!!! TIE MY SHOE!!!"

It just goes to show that I will never understand women. Ever.

I'm doing well out here.  I already have a decent group of volleyball friends and a couple ref buddies.  Unfortunately most of them live in Seattle and don't have families.  It's kind of hard for a father of three girls to hang out with a bunch of 24 year old's whose biggest concern is who they are going to get in the sack. Surely I will meet more people in our area with time.

Tip of the Day - Always run your house like a democracy, just be sure you have more electoral votes than everybody else combined.