Dash is 10 months old now. I don't know what that means other than that little turd is making a strong case for "the best thing to happen to Andy". I mean, he's up there with: getting saved, getting Leah and Kaed, and cheesebread. And I am very pleased to report that little Dash has aquired his father's love for all things cheese. Very proud. Very little hair.
We tried again this Sunday with Dash and the church nursery. It went a little better - I didn't get called back once - but he still gave me that look of "daddy, why are you leaving me-don't you love me anymore?" and it kills me. He ended up passing out on some guy's shoulder from crying so hard. Allegedly. I wouldn't have been suprised if one of the nursery workers said, "Forget this kid, get the NyQuill."
Which reminds me; in my life there are two things that I've created (both with help), that I'm proud of, that are cool and measurable (can you tell it is state assessment time?). Dash and my pumphouse.
Leah and I had a "date night" in which we spent the better part of our day in Portland taking back a pair of pants that Leah got me for Christmas. It's well documented that I'm not a huge fan of shopping, even when it's for me. The shopping part of the day was ok until Leah had me turning around and grabbing the waist of some jeans I put on. I told her to knock it off because that's what my mom used to do, when I was 10, and I hated it then too. I'm 30 now, and capable of determining whether or not my pants fit (JUST TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THEM!). I immediately flashed back to mom grabbing the crotch of my pants and exclaiming, "Plenty of room in there!" Ugh. . . Leah got mad at me for the "mom" comment and stormed (yes, she stormed) into a women's store. Apparently I'm not very fun to shop with.
So then we celebrated that fiasco with a little dinner at Beaches on the river. We started off by going outside of our comfort zones, got a little crazy, and ordered 2 oyster shooters. I'm always game for different foods and there's rumor of oysters being an aphrodesiac . . . I couldn't have been more wrong. I didn't think mine was completely disgusting, but I probably won't ever get another one. Leah however . . . almost started crying. I'm not kidding. And she only had part of it (she swears she ate the oyster anus - which is a suprisingly fun thing to say "oyster-anus"). I'm not sure that Leah wants another date night for awhile.
Here's a phone video I took of Kaed doing jumping jacks and Dash saying Ball:
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I read this out lout to Joel and we were cracking up! I can't wait to see Dash and Kaed again... they are getting so big. You need to come visit Kentucky... and that video of Kaed... was he doing jumping jacks or does he have your dance moves?
Just another day in the life of the Lemiere's... Living the dream.
Kaed actually inherited his daddy's moves. Right Jon?!
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