Monday, October 22nd, 2007
Eight Random Facts About Thingamadad
Adrienne at Baby Toolkit meme-tagged me with a request for eight random facts about myself. I hate blog memes, but I figured if I could tie these “random” facts to parenting or the blog, the narcissistic journey might be worth it.
1. I wish Thingamababy was named on a nautical theme, such as The Crow’s Nest, so I could call myself The Cap’n.
I feel stupid writing “Thingamadad.” Does anyone have a nautical idea that doubles as a baby theme?
2. The morning after I photographed Kid K’nex building toys for a review, my daughter saw her K’nex in the living room laid out on a white sheet. She asked why her K’Nex were moved and I told her that when she goes to bed every night I play with her toys.
Nearly two months later, at bedtime, she asked her mom, “Why does Papa play with my toys?”
3. Although I start blogging after my daughter has gone to bed, we talk about it once in a while and I show her photos of herself when I use them online. Last month she began asking to use our computer so she can write her own blog entries. I set up a blog with her on my lap and she named it The Vinks and the Dinks. I only bothered to post her first entry. She writes in MS Word and I fix the screen whenever she pulls open a menu.
4. At 3.3-years-old, my daughter has not yet had a haircut. One of these days I’m going to cut it when her mother is at work. How short? Daddy short. She’s on board with the idea, too.
5. With our second child arriving in March, I’m experiencing a new feeling. Time slows down when you have your first child. It’s easy to get caught up in buying a ton of baby gear and toys because everything seems of paramount importance. Looking back now, it was just the blink of an eye. This time around I’m hoping to be more make-it-myself with baby toys.
6. I hold sway with my daughter at the dinner table.
Me: “I want to name the baby Lamb Shanks!”
Little Miss: “Me too!”
Me: “That’s a majority. The decision is final.”
*For the record, we don’t actually eat lamb.
7. We picked up 1,000 mini-stickers at a dollar store. Little Miss pretends they are Band-Aids. If she catches me lying on the sofa, she’ll proceed to place stickers over freckles and any other skin imperfection that she dubs “an owie.”
8. In my own toddlerhood, my beloved mother nicknamed me Commander Demander because, supposedly, I would shout “Donald’s!” whenever we drove past the golden arches.
She told me that story when I was 7- or 8-years-old. So I made a point of shouting “Donald’s!” on long car trips just to annoy her.