Saturday, June 26, 2004

Day Two

I realize now, with the pictures and all, that this will probably not be read by anyone. It might be, though. Perhaps, one day, I'll even feel comfortable with that.

It's just the English thing...being an English teacher. I'm too self-conscious about my writing. Wendy can say what she needs to say and convey the proper emotion, sentiment, advice, whatever. And she can she do it without all of the constant revision.

Alright, so it's day two and already I'm feeling self-conscious.

The truth is that I'm ashamed that I haven't written more about the girls. I've kept up a bit -- again, nothing like Wendy, who writes everyday (emails, posts, discussions, boards) -- but it's pitiful, really. So, I hope to report what I see. Let's start with the other day.

The other day was Father’s Day, and we were on TV. Embarrassing for me, but cool for the kids. We were at the park, headed back to the car, and they spotted me -- Ken Oliphaunt (sp?) and his camera-person. It was really hot, and it had been raining (still is) for days. It's Louisiana. It's the end of June.

Quick interview...I said something like "der der dee dok dug doo" and they got some pics of the girls -- Sophie taking the mic and saying "Hello" in an announcer-voice, and Emme hugging my pants. When asked if she'd like to be on TV when she grows up, Sophie said "I want to be everything when I grow up!" My Sophie.

Monday, eating lunch – ham & cheese sandwiches, macaroni & cheese, and chips – Sophie said “Emme, your ham’s falling out!” "Eat it before it gets away," I say. Before it runs away! Before long, they’re both playing the game. "A piece of ham. Running down the street!" Sophie gets the giggles, thinking about her ham running down the street. Emme’s ham flops out, and she says with mock horror “Oh no! Gonna get ‘way!” She's two and quite the dramatist. Sophie starts eating like a beaver. And then, when she gets her sandwich down to a postage stamp-sized square, she puts it back down on her plate and comes at me with mustardy hands.

Okay, so I'm in love with my kids.

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