Lies of a Toddler

"I didn't put soap in my bum."

This is my favorite of "Dad! I didn't ..." BeeBoo has been doing this lately and at times it's hard to keep a straight face. I busted up with this one.

Like a Thief in the Night

Emily was having sudo-regular contractions all day on Sunday (which turned out to be a fast day because we have Stake Conference next week). I was starting to get nervous around 3:00 so I decided I should go ahead and break my fast and get something to eat in case she was having a baby. It was probably a good thing because I've had a looong day on Monday.

Emily called the midwife around 10:30 p.m. and we had some friends come over to stay with Nora through the night. Emily was really good and strong and amazing. And the midwife and nurses were great, too. And then our baby came at 3:42 a.m. He's just the best thing and he's healthy and beautiful.

We came in thinking to name him James Royal. That didn't change. So he's named after Emily's paternal grandfather and my paternal grandfather. We're thinking of calling him James or Jay. Thanks to James Taylor he has a great theme song until he's a toddler.

Beware the cunning of an almost 3 year old

BeeBoo has lately been trying out a new tactic on getting to do what she wants to do even after we tell her she isn't allowed. Mommy will say, "Don't climb on the desk, BeeBoo. You might fall and hurt yourself." Then she says, "Mommy, go upstairs and do read a book." I think it's hilarious. She's got a good mind on her.

Father and Student

I was thinking about my impending graduation from academia and being thrust into the job market and I concluded that I've had a pretty nice life these past few years. I've been able to be home a lot of the time which allows me to play, discover, nap, and enjoy life with BeeBoo. Not very many dads get to do that. Mostly I'm just thankful that this has been my life.