it rained all day today. it is hard to get upset; the contrast of a grey, moist day is quite wonderful. as is the subtle joy in knowing life and the land is replentishing. but it sucks for a dog and a baby to get out to play.

Beckie wanted to run, i wanted her to run. i was tired from yesterday’s Quad Bypass. but she opted for the gym, and it really was only fair that i take this one. So off i went to the Las Sendas park with G and K.

i had hopes of going from the park to the store, and for about the first 4 minutes G seemed to be listening to me about staying out of the water and how riding the slides would not be good. then the diaper fell down around her ankles…how? I am not sure. it was wet…with p, or rain? I am not sure. i realized i had a spare diaper in the car, and our trip to the store would still be a go, til i noticed her pants completely wet. with p? I am not sure. the point is, the trip turned into a rainy-day free-for-all with a 3.5 minute guaranteed drive home to dry pants!

So G slid, and G ran in the grass, and we splashed on the basketball court, and she stomped on the baseball field. suffice it to say not one but several swings were swung. some would call this terrible parenting, others would call this exemplary parenting; one way or another, my daughter will know about terrain and weather. but i am a good dad, and know that upon the cessation of running a tinyHuman has approximately 3 minutes of warmth until she gets cold, which is almost exactly the time it takes for Daddy to carry her from the ballfield to the car that is equipped with an exceptional climate-control system.

a triumphant return home!

and in her apres-ski wear

then truly the best part of my day came! i did not think it would be so, i really wanted to be lounging by now.   but again, the Quad Bypass\Beckie-at-Gym & Only Fair thing came into play.   and G was in such a good mood, that so was i!   we went to the store, we had pleasant conversation, we ate cookies, and upon returning home i looked for music. “where is our music G, where is our mp3 player?” and while i searched, she vanished, and then returned with her cymbals.

that is a smart fuggin baby!

so i grabbed a half-empty soda bottle and a spoon, and we jammed.