Reading the paper on Sunday is one of Layr’s most treasured events. There he sat this morning with a New York Times article folded in front of him. Coco was on one side, me on the other. Each time he bent his head down to read, he heard a chorus of……
“Daddy?”
“Larry?”
“Daddy?
“Larry?”
[Layr's response to this anecdote was, "yes, that is my life."]
There has long been discussion about my “slash and burn” method of cooking in my family (original not married). This description was coined by my mother. This morning, after turning off the smoke alarms, Layr said to me, “can I get you some matches and a log? You can have all the smells of cooking without ruining the food.”
This on the 10th anniversary of our first date.
Later in the morning, Layr snuck up on me while I was drying my hair in the bathroom. I was under the impression he was down in the basement because he had disappeared for a bit. Not realizing he was upstairs, I asked Coco to go find him. As Coco walked down the stairs, Layr came to the doorway and shouted “AAAHHHHH!” I screamed like I was starring in Friday the 13th. I then dropped my hairdryer, chased him into Coco’s room and hit him with my brush (on the sole of his shoe). He laughed so hard, he coughed uncontrolably.
Tonight my daughter told me she wants to be a boy so she can have that “stuff” in front. What can you say to that except, “oh?”
Saturday night, Daddy was telling Coco that he once walked from here to Boston. “You did not!” she yelled in reply. “Yes I did,” said Daddy, and added, to prove his point, “and I stopped at every bar along the way.”
After a slight pause, Coco said, “I’m confused. What on earth is a bar?”
Layr told me that Coco recently said she is going to have hair on her arms and legs when she grows up.
This morning I asked her about it.
“Hair like Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do I have hair on my arms and legs?” I asked.
“No.”
“Will you be like Mommy or me when you grow up?” Layr asked.
“You (daddy),” Coco answered. Then she held out her arm and asked, “do you see the blades of hair?”
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Coco has the cutest shoes. They’re soft red leather and have a monkey picture on top. Sadly, she’s going to outgrow them soon. Sinead, Tristan, Coco and I (Da Da) went shopping the other day and came across a big rack of the same type of shoes. We decided to let Coco choose her new shoes. We placed a brown shoe with an elephant on the floor next to a pink shoe with a lady bug, set Coco down five feet away and she crawled right over and grabbed the elephant. We did five rounds of this test pitting the elephant against shoes of every color and various cute animals and flowers, changing the side the elephant was on, and even pitting it against other brown shoes. The result, the elephant won 100% of the time. She’ll be wearing them soon. -Da Da
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Crazy, crazy weekend involving a very last minute trip on Friday to Johnny and Rosemary’s so that we could get to Ikea on Saturday to buy bathroom cabinets and sink. Too tired to write more than that. Look at my little builders.
