I keep meaning to write some big sprawling thing .. sort of like I did before my daughter was born (about how we were cool once, really, trust me, but being a parent makes you by definition uncool.. I think I said that.. that the act of parenting puts you in a role that after so many years is hard to break out of, but the reverse is true for the growing child..)

Anyway, things have been busy in preparation for the twins; working on the basement, setting up a new guestroom for my mum to stay in, looking at new car options (3 car seats takes up a lot of space in a car..), and important life things for the girl — shes into soccer now, and school starting soon. And with school starting same time as the twins are expected.. all I really hope is ..

She doesn’t think we’re shoving her off to school to make room.

So I’m writing this, since someday she may read it — hey, kiddo, we sweat like mad how the twins may effect you; we’re so close, a little tiny 3 person family unit with two more suddenly going to burst in. And that first month or two will be a doozy! But you remember — we’re going to try like hell to make damned sure you get every piece of attention you deserve.

She’s a good smart sweet kid; an emotional little thing. She’s going to take this hard..

.. but she’s also brave and so sweet, she already talked to the belly; she helps little ones walk in the park and is so nice to her little cousin. Maybe she’ll be ready for this..

Our consolation is, most people go through this and turn out okay, right?

..

Doctor Who is still scary :)

“Is there people dressed up in costumes in the TV”, my brilliant little one asked me. I briefly considered saying “Yes”, but opted for responsible instead (just this once); didn’t want her to get freaked out about little people trapped in there or anything :)

Later she asked my wife “can I go into the TV?”; again, my wife thought about saying ‘yes’, then realized .. our kid _would find a way in_, so best not to encourage that :)

Its funny; someday when my little one has her own, she’ll get it; that every time I drop her off at babysitters, I feel guilty for it, that I miss her. I worry she wonders .. why is it we choose to go to work instead of staying home with her.

Maybe we should all just be in poverty on our farms and be happy with our kids around…