You’re 18 months old now. When will you stop growing? You’re walking and babbling like nobody’s business. You continue to bring us immense joy and laughter. We love how you wake up in the morning and sing to your doggies in your crib. That’s easily one of my favorites.
You’re close to being able to put on your your own shoes. You try your hardest to get yourself dressed, but you’re a couple months away from this happening. We love how you attempt to read books to yourself even though you have no clue what’s it says.
Name an animal and Baby Singe will mimic their sound or action. It’s truly remarkable how well she imitates. I caught her reading an Eric Carle book about monkeys in her crib last night as she gently pounded her chest. See, she’s my offspring alright.
In less than a week I will be doing the single dad thing again. Mrs. Lessinges is headed to Mexico for a week long surf camp. She didn’t take any vacation last year due to using all her vacation hours while on maternity leave in 2007. She’ll attend surf camp with a handful of her co-workers. The trip south should be a great time as it’s much deserved.
Baby Singes, we love you! These tribute posts to my daughter are hard because there’s so much I want to say. It’s hard to summarize the happiness our little girl provides. It’s a very real thing. We have tiny squabbles over bike riding, climbing up the stairs with a pen in her hand, etc., yet I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Do you suppose our parents could write about us the way we write about our children?
Finally, I landed a new job at my present company. This is a good thing for a couple key reasons. The biggest being I got a better job title and a decent pay raise. My company really stuck their neck out for me which makes me feel valued. This means I can buy the new Guitar Hero III game and sing at the top of my lungs. Someone please get this Silversun Pickups song out of my head. Have a stupendous weekend friends!