7:30 p.m. -- a face full of popscicle stickiness -- she says, "I think it's bath night."Who are we to argue?
8:10 p.m. -- Scrubbed, detubbed and encased in "PEE-JAMMAS," she brushes her teeth to the inner sounds of Black Eyed Peas.
8:13 p.m. -- Squeezed into bed next to her truck-driving dad (I had NO IDEA he could fit in her toddler bed) I enter her room to the sounds of them singing "Old MacDonald Had A Farm" and she sits straight up. She tells me I'm the "bestest mommy I ever had." She turns to her daddy and says "I like you, too."
8:30 p.m. -- Three books, one hot water bottle and a glass of water later we're on the couch -- multi-tasking. He's checking his e-mail and contemplating the night's offerings on HBO. I'm knitting and checking the forums online.
9 p.m. -- I wrestle the remote from his stubborn hands and choose "Bee Season."
10 p.m. -- He kisses my forehead and says: "I hate these people. I'm going to bed."
6 comments:
That picgure makes my heart happy. AND! I didn't know that was a movie. Netflix netflix netflix immediately. When I graduated college, I shirked paying attention to the ceremony in favor of reading that book.
"I hate these people. I'm going to bed."
HA!..perfect.
he looks sexier than brad pitt in this picture. and it's not so much his appearance (although he is a handsome man, as it his is nurturing his daughter.
The narrative and this shot make me long for your life Siobhan. You are so blessed, not only as a writer and photographer, but with such an amazing family.
For some reason, I keep thinking of you when I see certain knitting patterns. Especially things related to yoga. Are you purling yet?
As a matter of fact, I started purling last week. Another scarf ... knit 2, purl 2. Basic.
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