Christmas eve

Christmas is different as a parent. Especially when your kid is old enough to appreciate presents. The excitement of it all is now so externalized: I'm so looking forward to sharing his Christmas morning with him that I've become almost disinterested in (or at least not actively thinking about) what the day portends for me. It pales to insignificance.

I guess if your heart is going to walk around outside your body, you might as well live vicariously through it, eh?

whispering pirate

Dylan,

Out for dinner to celebrate Yaya's birthday (over huge servings of tasty Afghan food) Aunt Lisa commented on the argyle pattern across the front of your sweater. Soon, at your request, Uncle Marc was up and showing you his argyle socks.

At the mention of the word "pirate" you responded with a hearty, swashbuckling "ARRRRG-YLE" to the amusement of the entire table. Recognizing amidst the adult reaction that you'd found a real winner, you decided to play that card again and again, instinctively emboldened to ratchet up the volume to full.

Back in his chair across the large table from you, while the rest of us were just starting to worry about the bucaneering fear you might strike in the hearts of other patrons, Marc had the quick sense to ask if you could "say that like a whispering pirate". Without missing a beat you leaned your face in over your plate and laid down a quietly jolly 'arrrrg-yle' to pleased faces all around.

Dad

cooking solo

Dylan,

"When I am a grown up I will be able to cook all by myself. And I can heat up cheerios".

Looking forward to it.


Dad

sizewise

Doctor says you weigh 35 pounds and stand 39.5" tall. According to the Children's Growth Chart Percentile Calculator...:

At 3 years and 1 months:

your child is 35 pounds, and that is
at the 78th percentile for weight.

your child is 39.5 inches, and that is
at the 86th percentile for height.

dangerous mind

Dylan,

While reading a bedtime story about Andy the Anteater, you just mentioned Polly's Pancake Parlor. That doesn't sound too significant until you consider that Polly's is a little breakfast place in Sugar Hill, New Hampshire where we ate one morning in October of this year and it hasn't been a topic of conversation since.

http://www.pollyspancakeparlor.com

You seem to have a pretty good memory.


Dad

bear dreams

Dylan,

You came running into our room this morning around 6:30, scampering onto the bed like a frightened animal then snuggling in with Mommy. I asked what scared you and you denied being scared.

Over breakfast I asked why you had come running so fast into our room. Because you thought Mommy was going to take all your pens and color with them, I heard you say.

"No," you corrected me, "she was going to take all my bears and cuddle with them."

I guess you were just trying to keep Mom pinned down.


Dad