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What's in a Name III

If you are familiar with the Little Girl, you probably already know that she is her great-grandmother's namesake.  It was an honor to pass that name to her.  Hearing her say it is something I don't really feel confident trying to describe, but it reaffirmed my already constant elation at the idea of being her dad.

Her's what it looks and sounds like:

Sure wish I could figure out how to make these videos higher quality.

Seriously!?

I know I lack objectivity on this issue, but this is, I think, why the word "adorable" exists.

Christmas

We quietly celebrated Christmas this year in the company of some family and friends over the three day weekend.  Rye has given me a new perspective on the holidays that I'm not sure I've felt since waking up Christmas morning on a comfy floor pallet amidst my cousins in the garage apartment behind my grandma's house. It's been awhile since Christmas felt mysterious and filled with anticipation. It's nice.

Rye had me decorating a tree, building a rocking horse in the "wee hours (around 9pm)," stuffing stockings, you know, doing all the things my parents did to make Christmas Christmas. I'm not really sure I can fully commit to Christmas music at this point, or that I can look forward to mall santas and office Christmas parties...but I look forward to at least a decade of seeing it all through the Little Girl's eyes.

Blogging from the Road

It's hard enough to keep my focus when traveling to remote courtrooms to slap people on the wrist for stealing motorcycles without in-my-face reminders like this.

Tappity tap

Tap dancing is popular with the kids, right?