Cow

Elizabeth really needs a new bed. She has been mature enough to move out of the crib for some time, so it is now up to Terry and I. For the past few weeks she's been going to bed late and getting up pretty early. I suppose she needed a bit of comfort on one of those days because when Terry came in to get her in the morning, she found her lying in bed with a stuffed cow on top of her. Not some tiny little stuffed cow, but a larger than Elizabeth is stuffed cow. She must have climbed out of the crib, threw the cow in, and then climbed back in herself.

Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice

Last night Terry had a business appointment so I got to do bedtime/bathtime with the girls all by myself. Normally things go pretty smoothly when it is just the three of us, and with the exception of having to Heimlich Elizabeth after she half-swallowed a nickel, last night was no no different. We read books together and I got each of them down in their beds and shut out the lights. I planted a kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead and said “goodnight sweetheart, Daddy loves you.” She responded to my parental tenderness with a fart so noisy that even as I type this I still cannot believe a butt as tiny as hers could produce. Shouldn't the diaper muffle it a little? How can her micro-booty generate that much energy?

Next up was Linda. As I walked over to her bed she said “I can’t get comfortable, my bed is too hard.” I responded with “it’s bedtime and I cannot fix that now. Close you eyes and go to sleep. Daddy loves you.” She countered with a fart of her own that I can only describe as the sound a handful of pudding would make if it was thrown at a brick wall. Amazing. Just another night with my little angels.

Storytime

As part of Linda's bedtime routine Superwife and I tell her stories. Linda usually gives us an outline and we're left to fill in the blanks. For example; "Daddy, I want a story with Me and Elizabeth, an elephant, and a castle with walls made of iced cream." Having to create new stories nightly certainly keeps our imaginations pretty nimble.

Last night's story was a doozy. "Daddy, I want a story with you and Mommy getting married, a forest, a prisoner, a horse, and a coach made of a pumpkin with the front painted white and the back painted green."