Ce vs. Vacation (Part 2)

The fire dancing still continues at home, a sure sign that this vacation had some impact on Ce. A final set of pics from the vacation.

Ce vs. Vacation (part 1)

The pictures really do say it all. We had a blast and enough rum to wash away any memory of toddler plane antics.

Ce vs. Daily Life

You’ll hear no complaints from us about this winter, but I’ve also learned 4 inches of snow or 4 feet, it makes little difference for parents. It’s the cold that traps us inside with our little terrors. I can’t wait until it’s warm enough that we can run her around the field till she drops. We’re running low on diversions. We’re now on first name basis with many Target employees (across multiple stores) as we roam the aisles like nomads, following along in Ce’s wake as she busts up and down every aisle filling her cart. Whatever works, but I’m tired of restocking shelves.

Ce vs. The Family Reunion (Part 2)

Only one booster shot of photo cuteness in September. Totally unacceptable. Here are some more photos from the west coast Donohue visit.

Father’s Day ’11

[Ed. Note: If you catch me on an honest day or at the bottom of a scotch, I'll readily admit that due to a crushing sense of embarrasment, I self-censor most photos on this site so that I rarely appear. One day a year, Michelle gets her revenge and digs through the pile and pulls out all the ones that make me cringe. Isn't that what Father's Day is all about?]

Most of you know him as Mike D, but in this house its Daddy.  His name rings out from sun up to sun down. Now the public Mike is usually reserved, thoughtful, organized, and quick-witted. However, Cecilia and I have a secret to share. When no one else is around, Daddy is SILLY.  With a capital S. At any point of the day you may see Daddy and Cecilia making up songs, practicing newly invented dances, or making rocket ships out of blankets and chairs.  Cecilia can not get enough of it and whenever Daddy is in the room, she is sure to be his trusty toddling sidekick.  She asks for Daddy to read her books, pick her up, or put her on his shoulders.  She wants to run like Daddy, shave like Daddy, and dress like Daddy in work clothes each morning. She is truly a Daddy’s girl and I have got the pictures to prove it!

[Okay, maybe that's what Father's Day is about.]

Overheard at Bedtime

We are neck deep in daycare cold season and Cece has a doozy right now. It’s chapped her nose, but hasn’t dulled her spirits too much. She’s just leaking all over the house. Mama has taken to mopping with Purell in an effort to contain the plague and keep us parents upright. The verdict is still out on whether it will work.

Otherwise, the whole family is climbing the walls just waiting for spring. Cecilia visited her grandparents last weekend in Philly and was ecstatic to actually be able to see the grass. She went a little nutty and sprinted around the house three times before collapsing in a heap of smiles and curls. Needless to say the return to the frozen, snow crusted wilds of Boston was a bit of a letdown. Sprinting headlong around the dining room table 37 times just isn’t the same outlet.

Living in such close proximity this snowbound winter, we’ve noticed Cecilia is entering that distinct toddler phase known as the mimic. She’s a sponge for facial expressions, daily routines, verbal tics and offhand remarks. Just in the last weeks she’s flaunted her knowledge by prepping my coffee cup, bringing me my slippers, and reminding Mama that Daddy likes two fingers of scotch, neat.

Here was our exchange last night, while prepping for bed. We were reading ‘Eats’, a word association and picture book. Mouse…cheese, Squirrel…acorn, bird…worn. You get the idea. The books build to a rousing conclusion on the last page:

Daddy: “And who eats ice cream?”

Cecilia: “GRANDMOM!”

Now we know who’s been polishing off the sundae’s in the Friendly’s kid’s meal! So beware, you’re secrets are no longer safe with Cecilia.