Yesterday was my 2yr Bloggerversary. I didn’t want to say anything though since it was Veterans Day. I didn’t want to steal their thunder. Because I’m patriotic. Also, I would have wished everyone a Happy Veterans Day, but I am never sure where the apostrophe goes. Or if there even is an apostrophe. Is it plural? Possessive? Plural possessive? I'm not sure.
I must say "just" a lot. It's pretty big. Though I don't know if that is how wordles work. I don't have a lot of experience with wordles.I was looking through it and noticed that Ada never even showed up. The whole point in starting this blog 2yrs ago was to bring Ada updates to the world. Overtime, I have gotten away from that. However, I do think with Ada being as active as she is, a survival guide to catching fire may come in handy one day. But still, I thought I would take some time today to let everyone know how awesome my daughter is.
I know the picture on the left looks elongated, but I don't know how to fix computers so it has to stay that way. My bad.
Yesterday afternoon we were hanging out on the couch, probably watching PBS, and my head was turned away from her. All of sudden she said “Hey daddy” so I turned around. She was holding her little miniaturized fist to my jaw so it popped me when turned my head. She began laughing hysterically and said, “I got you, daddy.” I’d also like to point out that I’ve never done this to her, so really it's like she invented that trick. So not only is she awesome, she’s a genius, too.
Two more quick Ada stories and then I’ll go so all of you can tell me how much this blog has improved your life over the past two years.
1) Ada will watch football with me now. Not the whole game of course, but she will sit with me for a good 15min taking it in. Her main concern while watching is the player’s ability to run. In between plays she constantly asks “why the putballs boys not running, daddy?” (She calls football 'putball', she's 2, cut her some slack.) Then they snap the ball and she gets excited, “They running, they running!” Someone gets tackled and we start the process all over again. It continues like this until someone scores, then she raises both arms and yells, “Touchdown!”
2) I remember back before I even thought about being married, I couldn’t wait to eventually teach my child to fist pound. The dream started years ago when I saw a toddler give his dad a pound at Niffer’s in Auburn and right then I thought to myself, “One day.” However, just like Ada had to crawl before she could use the oven handle to do pull ups, I had to teach her to give a high five first. But even lame kids can do that, so we quickly moved on to learn the fist bump, then we added blowing the pound up (see Andy Bernard), and now I think we have done what I once thought was the impossible. We’ve topped the fist bump. Just a few weeks ago, I taught Ada how to chest bump. It is everything you are imagining right now, then some.
I hereby vow to post about Ada more because she is 22lbs of awesome and I would be depriving the world not to.