Dad Day

Tuesdays and thursdays are busy days for me as Cristin goes to work and I have to take care of the ladies in the mornings and evening as well as take Phoebe to daycare before my morning class and pick her up and take her home afterward.  The mornings are still ok for the most part but after work Phoebe has become a bit of a handful.  Tonight I had to blast a song about cats during dinner while dancing with Rudy around the kitchen to prevent her for locking up.  By locking up I mean staring to the side and refusing eye contact.  I have no idea what this means but it comes on instantly and there is no talking her out of it rationally as might be suggested in one of those books that are all over the house but nobody actually reads.  There is only distraction and entertainment.  We had a nice meal of chicken and avocado and then had ice cream.  I had forgotten that Cristin bought dixie cups and gave Phoebe an Oreo Klondike.  Ellie starting pointing and making her all purpose “I want it” grunting noise and Phoebe refused to share so I had to break out another Klondike for the two of us.  Interestingly, Phoebe does not like the chocolate crust so she removed all of that and consumed only the Klondike guts.  At some point I convinced her to feed it to Ellie and she did a decent job of that.  In the end it was a pleasant meal and we retired to Phoebe’s room where Ellie crawled up and down Phoebe’s bed 265 times while Phoebe and I did puzzles and played leg monster which more or less involves Phoebe chasing me and grabbing my leg and screaming “leg monster” at the top of her lungs.  After bath, mom came home and put Ellie to bed while Phoebe and I made “scenes” using her Thomas stickers and then Phoebe tried on her new slippers and proceeded to run sprints around the house while telling us “these are very fast” on each lap.  I then took her upstairs for books and put socks on her feet to avoid another 4 a.m. “I’m cold” (which turned out to be true) readathon and I didn’t both to line up the seam with the toes.  This bothers me personally a great deal and I always wondered why it didn’t bother her.  Sure enough, in short notice she explained to me that she didn’t like her socks “bumps” and I registered several complaints.  So, if you are wondering how old you are when you first notice these things – the answer is 908 days.