tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86886063491197644652011-11-27T15:47:55.412-08:00Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.comBlogger6751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-5286074331779358512010-05-24T18:52:00.001-07:002010-05-24T18:52:33.589-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Scene as follows: <br /> Shayla has a bowl of rice and veggies for dinner. She is eating, but only the rice. (She's a carb freak. Apparently many toddlers are. Go figure. You've got to have a good amount of calories to raise the kind of Holy Hell that they do, right?) <br /> Shayla says, "I'm done. Can I have some cereal now?" <br /> Mom looks in her bowl and says," Nooo,...I don't think so. You haven't eaten your vegetables." <br /> Shayla says, "Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you eat them, and that way I can have some cereal?" The funny part was that she said this very excitedly as if she'd come up with a very genuine and authentic solution. :-) <br /> Good Try! Don't think so.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/an-example-of-an-everyday-dinner-conversation">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-528607433177935851?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-34353689703119581172010-05-24T14:50:00.001-07:002010-05-24T14:50:15.993-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>There's nothing like having your household turned into a magnified Petrie dish of the Human condition by your beloved toddler. But this is exactly what they do. They exemplify in a simplistic form the nature of human consciousness. <br /> Our 3 year old daughter Shayla is just now 'groking' the whole concept of 'property' and 'ownership' of that property. 'Joint ownership' is somewhat of a conundrum to her. "How Can You AND I own something", she thinks?!? You can see it on her face when we explain to her that something IS Daddy's, Mommy's and Shayla's and that we all get to use it. Here's the wrinkle in the mind: "Well, that's complicated! When will I know exactly When it's mine to use? I'll have to work with you people on when and how to take turns. Darn. That's anything, but easy. It's easier when something is mine outright. Then I don't have to ask..or take turns...or let you have it before I'm ready". She is thinking all this; I can see it. "Hey, that's not fair<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-introduction-of-mine-yours-and-ours-into">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3435368970311958117?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-55327143158341535112010-05-24T14:06:00.001-07:002010-05-24T14:06:55.433-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I think she's finally figured it out. If we can just keep her from trying to 'eat' the bubbles in mid-flight (Yuck!) AND clean off the mouthpiece of her bubble blowing 'pipe' before she hands it to us (Double Yuck!) then we'll be groovin'.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-is-finally-getting-bubble-blowing-down">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5532714315834153511?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-65870335175520520832010-05-24T12:22:00.001-07:002010-05-24T12:22:22.362-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@babyeverywhere I don't believe so Florence. I'm not really in2 connectng 2 businesses just 4 advrt purposes. Tried 2 snd u a DM, but ur not even fllwng me. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/babyeverywhere-i-dont-believe-so-florence-im">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6587033517552052083?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-24325378686015409152010-05-24T07:49:00.001-07:002010-05-24T07:49:42.506-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I didn't realize that you can stream Stitcher from Mobile Safari, but not from the App. Huh. Interesting, but it's not w/o glitchs&stutr #iPhone3G <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/i-didnt-realize-that-you-can-stream-stitcher">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2432537868601540915?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-81591141930706848432010-05-23T20:43:00.001-07:002010-05-23T20:43:02.486-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@simplytweet randomly, is all. This is the Only Twitter acct I have & yes, it's added 2 app. 1 thng I've noticed is tht it hppns at high volume times. Other thn tht it's mysterious. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/simplytweet-randomly-is-all-this-is-the-only">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8159114193070684843?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-34111156711370308532010-05-23T16:40:00.001-07:002010-05-23T16:40:28.929-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/stbmpApruypuEmoboyoHJntCHrjitllhoJrpCkvgnoInvzvdwHpFJwuupplp/IMG_1065.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/stbmpApruypuEmoboyoHJntCHrjitllhoJrpCkvgnoInvzvdwHpFJwuupplp/IMG_1065.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>We've recently introduced Shayla to big pool swimming and she LOVES it. She not swimming yet, but we have a waterbug who's eager to learn.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-family-at-stacy-pool">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3411115671137030853?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-52920449110973976702010-05-23T16:07:00.001-07:002010-05-23T16:07:34.280-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/mFIrzAkxhJEnoDtfoebuIcigkaDofIxqFuCrbtfdCnDbjFvGjgBHvkoIcDyD/_0x389bd20.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="320" height="480"/> </p>@simplytweet Didn't know if u might want to know or not. No big 4 me 'cause doesn't happn oftn, but app is doin' that geo-tag error again <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/simplytweet-didnt-know-if-u-might-want-to-kno">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5292044911097397670?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-48106307604211010452010-05-23T14:57:00.001-07:002010-05-23T14:57:28.026-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>So as a fun follow-up to yesterday I pulled up my t-shirt and asked my 3 yr old daughter, "What's this again" as I pointed to my bellybutton? She promptly says, "that's your bellyhole"! <br /> Note to Readership: My bellybutton had never heretofore been described to my face as a 'bellyhole' and quite frankly had never Been one until about 2 yrs ago! I had thought that my days of the 'growing spurts' were long completed, but alas, a new era was born and now the 'growing spurts' have re-manifested themselves in dimensional changes from front to back and not of 'the exciting kind', if you know what I mean. Let us Celebrate the Honesty of Toddlers!! Bless you My Child for pointing out Truth when you see it! *Hehe. Big Grin*<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-bellyhole">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4810630760421101045?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-65728139560220420162010-05-22T16:41:00.001-07:002010-05-22T16:41:35.225-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>My 3yr. old just told me that her nipples were called 'bubble tops' and that her bellybutton was her 'butt'. Oops. I had thought that we had gone over that one enough times. I guess not. She had gotten that breasts are 'bubbles' all on her own, which is pretty clever seeing as how bubbles are spherical and all. She's a clever kid. It would just be nice if we could keep everything in it's properly labeled placement from front to back and top to bottom. We'll see how long that all takes. In the meantime, it's comedy all the way. <br /> Part of the humor in this moment today was the fact that we are telling her everday that she needs to dry/wipe her bottom (sometimes known as butt) well after going to the potty. I knew that she didn't Really Mean that her bellybutton was her butt. It came out that way because she sometimes uses her own abbreviated names for things. In this case it was 'butt' for 'button'. Most often she calls her bellybutton her 'button', but it was pretty funny anyway. I asked her right after she said it, "So That's your Butt"? She said, "yeah", but I knew that was short for 'button'. I'll bet you didn't know that---that 'butt' is short for 'button'? I certainly didn't until she did that for the first time some months back. She's certainly a constant source for comedy around our house. The frequency of that comedic relief even seems to be increasing as she gets older. There's nothing bad about that!! :-)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-redundency-of-anatomical-review-for-my-3">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6572813956022042016?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-15371348352565917402010-05-21T00:24:00.001-07:002010-05-21T00:24:07.096-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Writing is for the writer. <br />The Art is for the Artist. <br />The Release is in the Act. <br />The process is the doing. <br />The doing is the healing. <br />What more do you want? <br />Greed corrupts. Leave it alone. <br />Let beauty and love be the simplicity they are. <br />Isn't that enough? <br />If you Love what you do, you do it anyway: applause or not, attention or not, approval or not, agreement or not, people or not, money or not. <br />If there is Love in your Art, <br />Then you can safely pay no mind to the temporal, whether coming or going. It all has a flow and a movement like the cycle of the tides. <br />Even if you do not see it, what does it matter? <br />Do what you Love to do.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/being-creating">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1537134835256591740?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-37686525796473037232010-05-20T14:20:00.001-07:002010-05-20T14:20:48.863-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/cDmzGkAazjeuyehAglxJIxttCuJhmjjbGttEutHxhywtsrpgDaoDBhHJABde/IMG_1052.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/cDmzGkAazjeuyehAglxJIxttCuJhmjjbGttEutHxhywtsrpgDaoDBhHJABde/IMG_1052.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>I had told Shayla yesterday that I would take her to a park and then the day got away from us and it never happened. This morning she awoke at 8am moaning and crying about wanting to go to the park. So I knew today that we must make it to the park. Here we are.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-at-zilker">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3768652579647303723?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-22660381281413931952010-05-20T12:30:00.001-07:002010-05-20T12:30:49.062-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>...and I suppose that could be considered a good thing. Certainly it is in one direction. What 'direction' is that, do you ask? The 'direction' of the hard lessons that parents have to learn about themselves and about life through raising a beautiful life of their own. It Is beautiful. It's So Beautiful that I sha'n't think that anything shall Ever compare to it. But the memory of the difficulty fades with time as the Beauty of the whole process overtakes you. That is a good thing, and probably also an act of God's love and wisdom. Perhaps it is akin in some small way to the 'Rosy Glow' that lingers in most mothers' memories of the birthing event itself, which if you've ever attended one, is not quite so 'rosy' at the time. It doesn't look 'rosy' and it Certainly doesn't sound 'rosy'! Yet, mamas worldwide come away, it seems, more often than not with a 'rosy glow' connected to the event that stays associated with the memory of it. If you look into it, the biological pharmacology of birthing mothers tells the scientific version of the story. <br /> I said all that just to say that just because someone is or has been a parent does not mean that they can relate to a toddler parent's daily struggles and challenges. The Pre-K teacher that just yesterday, who is a mother, told me that my 3 year old daughter was essentially selfish and bossy and needed to learn how to share more readily as well as be less demanding today had an about face tack. She told me today, "After I spoke with you and Christina yesterday I later realized that when my kids were young they were exactly the same way. I remember having to work with them on the same issues. I just wanted to say that it came to me later". <br /> "Thank you for that", I thought. <br /> "Aah, no problem. Thanks for saying that", I Said. <br /> I left feeling more relieved and more understood. Kids are their own people. The greatest teaching we can give them is by example, and many times this is the hardest. The best, but also the hardest. While my 3 yr. old daughter is learning at lightspeed 'how to be' from All those around her, I her father am having to un-learn and re-learn 'how to be' All I can Be for Her. .....Uuhmmm...To be quite honest here,...she is much faster than I on 'the learning' than I am on the un-learning and re-learning combined. May God be Gracious. This kind of forced humility is like Gold. Precious.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/parental-memory-is-like-unto-a-vapor">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2266038128141393195?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-5877603906237798382010-05-19T17:05:00.001-07:002010-05-19T17:05:33.194-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Today we were informed by the Pre-K teacher that our little girl Shayla is bossy and is isolating herself from the other kids due to her self-appointed position of classroom rule 'enforcer'. The teacher said that she also needs to learn a little more about 'sharing'. Was I surprised? No. The teacher asked that we talk to her about it. "Okay", I said. "We will". "Talk to her about it", I thought. "Yeah, that should clear it right up. The kid's 3 years old. It might take a little trial and error. Come to think of it, this woman has two kids of her own. She knows this stuff". I will say that Shayla is quite engaging and is at that age where she's a definite handfull: she's constantly inquisitive, energetic, and opinionated.....and Not Shy. Not for more than 4-5 minutes anyway upon initially meeting, if that. "Yes, her mom and I will have some discussions with her about these things", I told Mrs. Rachel in response. <br /> It's interesting to see these very human behaviors mirrored (for yourself?) in your kids. So, you reitterate for your child (and also for yourself...because it can never hurt anyone to hear) the moral ABCs of the basic code of human interaction. Of course the whole kit and kaboodle isn't resolved in one conversation. Oh no, in fact it could be that this is a mere begining of a personality 'trait'. Only time will tell if that is the case. For now, it is just a little 3 year old girl learning how to interact with the world around her. A little girl who's learning how to get her needs met AND learn how to do it with Happiness tagging along-side the whole way. It can happen. You can still be honest and forthright and have friends: tact and kindness must be learned. Without those it can, indeed be a lonely road. <br /> As for her, I really think it is a process of socialization , and no, I do not count these things as clues to the need for siblings. :-) (Might as well head the Grandmas off at the pass. Hehe. ;-) ) There is a part of me that believes that we might be seeing the shining edges of her vibrant Personality peeking through a bit. Hmmm. Maybe so. ....CEO of a major corporation? Singer/Songwriter Rock Star? ...Well known butthead? We'll see, but whether or not it's just a 3 yr. old's rough hewn, still forming social skills or the harbinging fringe of a solid, deep personality trait will not matter in the slightest for there is that Love of Her that is in the Blood. At least, that's what I tell myself at this stage of the game. There's nothing wrong with gaining a little momentum to stow away for the teenage years, right...(laughing)? I love my daughter and will happily go to bat for her anyday. In fact, I've already bought a few, to speak of 'stowing away for the teenage years'. Hehe (just kidding on that last part-- couldn't help myself. Had to go there. ;-) ).<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/a-3yr-olds-bossyness-is-only-cute-at-home-and">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-587760390623779838?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-57341326281137584712010-05-18T16:55:00.001-07:002010-05-18T16:55:14.194-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Salt & Pepper Rubbed Pan Fried Sirloins w/ Stuffed Baked Potatoes and a steamed medley of caulifl., red cabbage, and collards. It's dinner time. :-) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/salt-and-pepper-rubbed-pan-fried-sirloins-w-s">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5734132628113758471?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-78112257666051254702010-05-18T15:18:00.001-07:002010-05-18T15:18:22.206-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Shayla and I had a nice swim at Stacy Pool. I know we're going to make that a fast part of our Summer routine. She'll be asking 2 go back 2morrow, For Sure. ;-) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-had-a-nice-swim-at-stacy-pool-i">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7811225766605125470?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-8750304250282973442010-05-18T13:12:00.001-07:002010-05-18T13:12:31.489-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>There's something really special about a curried pimento chz sandwch. Never tried? Miss out no longr! Take your fav curry concentrate paste, toast brd, apply paste 2 bth pcs, spread on pimento chz and Rapture Out! You're Welcome. :-) Happy 2 share. Sound odd? Try b4 judging. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/theres-something-really-special-about-a-curri">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-875030425028297344?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-41317973178820300892010-05-18T07:24:00.001-07:002010-05-18T07:24:38.103-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>My little 3 yr. old daughter has the audacity to plug her ears whn I make a little noise in the ktchn whn she is like the loudest persn I knw. #kids <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/my-little-3-yr-old-daughter-has-the-audacity">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4131797317882030089?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-45676052463949350972010-05-18T07:16:00.001-07:002010-05-18T07:16:54.962-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/haBuFgfAFIvuCaaFBudlhywdwqrmwaDkGGJIEtgEAuovdaoDEutHBxBljChs/_0x486e0b0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="480" height="640"/> </p>The repair that Austin Utility made last week to the water line in front of our house must not have taken. They're bk at it again! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/the-repair-that-austin-utility-made-last-week">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4567605246394935097?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-22856874576660479102010-05-18T00:02:00.001-07:002010-05-18T00:02:31.540-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Very Interesting bit on Embryonic Stem Cell research for Adult teeth. <a href="http://whyfiles.org/shorties/147tooth/">http://whyfiles.org/shorties/147tooth/</a> Maybe our kids will b able 2 have 'em. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/very-interesting-bit-on-embryonic-stem-cell-r">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2285687457666047910?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-52315149302596853172010-05-17T23:51:00.001-07:002010-05-17T23:51:42.887-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>sean_t_casey @lovecreatescmc @RoseMara10 Do adult teeth grow? <a href="http://bit.ly/dzJFmw">http://bit.ly/dzJFmw</a> (via @AnswersDotCom) Interesting. Answer is no, but then read the testimonial.<br />4 minutes ago<br /> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/seantcasey-lovecreatescmc-rosemara10-do-adult">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5231514930259685317?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-70870979199856106412010-05-17T22:25:00.001-07:002010-05-17T22:25:26.265-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>"Together we can help create a peaceful, just, sustainable& healthy world.Our lives are inextricably linked.We belong to one another"-Chopra (via @RoseMara10) Like this Rose! :-) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/together-we-can-help-create-a-peaceful-just-s">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7087097919985610641?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-76053349871213147232010-05-17T22:21:00.001-07:002010-05-17T22:21:59.791-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Watched Foyle's War: 'The Hide' tonight. Wow. This is such a good British Detective show. <a href="http://is.gd/ce8G2">http://is.gd/ce8G2</a> If you like good character development and exquisite, understated, polite yet deeply moving and well written character personalities then this series may well impress you. Good stories with equally good substance! Check it out. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/watched-foyles-war-the-hide-tonight-wow-this">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7605334987121314723?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-5084149931344157832010-05-17T14:15:00.001-07:002010-05-17T14:15:27.419-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>As we were driving home from Pre-K today my 3 yr. old daughter was telling me how she really, really wasn't tired and therefore it really, really wasn't necessary for her to take her usual nap. She had a hard time telling me this as she was trying to hold back the tears that were ready to betray her. She was half crying as she was trying to explain to me how a nap was quite pointless to her well being and state of mind. <br /> "Really though Shayla", I said "Naps rejuvenate us and freshen us up for more activity". She wanted to have nothing to do with that. I just let it go. <br /> Once we pulled into our nieghborhood and she realized that we were really going home she started up for a little bit about wanting to go out somewhere else. On ocassion we do just that, but not today as this little powerhouse needs to get back on her napping schedule, which happens to be better for All parties involved. <br /> As we were rocking a little with the light out before the nap, as is our custom, she asked for a story which we do intermittently before naps. On this day, rather than turn the light back on and find a book, I just started telling her a little oral story about a girl named Shayla that thought that naps were overrated. One day she discovered that she loved them and was forever changed by this crystal clear realization. She had been foolish before to think that she was missing out on something somewhere while her nap was underway.... <br /> At first Shayla balked that I was cheating because I didn't have an actual book in my hands, but before long she settled, listened to the rest of the story, and then asked, "Can I get in my bed now"? <br /> "Absolutely", I said. <br /> I tucked her in. Gave her a kiss. Clipped the hang nail she had just told me about, and then stepped back to watch her start to drift away. <br /> Very well. Now all was right in the world. A nap was not only needed, but was warmly recieved at long last.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/resistance-is-futile-kid-the-oligarchy-knows">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-508414993134415783?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-92084036597184228122010-05-16T14:06:00.001-07:002010-05-16T14:06:39.980-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/EfozmoDekedCGlafjpvnIfIAAhIclilbjsFzsDEsvnzFfbwfEotbHDEBigzA/IMG_1049.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-9208403659718422812?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-12136458224392862262010-05-16T13:26:00.001-07:002010-05-16T13:26:54.577-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ncdBdunyxzsFidkBobizanHxhIhDaknwfcnqkFaiwncHkoHEjjvmqIEJBuzd/IMG_1041.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ncdBdunyxzsFidkBobizanHxhIhDaknwfcnqkFaiwncHkoHEjjvmqIEJBuzd/IMG_1041.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ebbwrEjAbordgojeEkwCIoakAwpyJDmCDxHwGcikuEalBkysqhxzuxpHCmks/IMG_1042.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img 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href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/mglsakckgkBnDonzsxCdGxawpFiwItJxjxigBnvlIaBwmEpiJybqoHhuIpJt/IMG_1045.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/mglsakckgkBnDonzsxCdGxawpFiwItJxjxigBnvlIaBwmEpiJybqoHhuIpJt/IMG_1045.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/aohGHxxAdiBnusGksbkJuvifIFocavwkfxtvoFgvseHfkjJdFBwHekCGmGqv/IMG_1046.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/aohGHxxAdiBnusGksbkJuvifIFocavwkfxtvoFgvseHfkjJdFBwHekCGmGqv/IMG_1046.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-with-grandpa-david-at-the-rockin-tomat'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-with-grandpa-david-at-the-rockin-tomat">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1213645822439286226?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-90905321685421914502010-05-15T10:04:00.001-07:002010-05-15T10:04:39.959-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Please, O Please I don't want to play that word game yet again today, but I am going to because there is no free will on this side of the game table. I am the 'contestant' and she is the game runner and 'host' all rolled into one. That is just how it is. I used to talk more than she, but those days are loooong gone. Now, I just try to keep up with whatever she's talking about if I can, which is not always possible as there are chores to do and life to live While she is talking. The normal pauses and breaks in dialog are simply just not there. <br /> My reality would be something akin to hanging out with a friend that didn't know about the invention of periods, paragraphs, or pauses. Well, to be honest they do know about one article of punctuation, the exclamation point and they use it indescriminately. Their volume is also all out of whack: talking LOUD when they should whisper, and whispering when you need them to speak up. Funny. Telling them this wouldn't usually change anything either! Who of us has a friends like that?! Zero to none, I'm sure. I will tell you right now that 'parenting' IS the only place where this will ever happen in which you are held hostage AND you are not being paid for it, and there is no end in sight. There is an end they say, but while you are in this stage of your kiddos development....you are IN IT. Society doesn't really support this kind of relating out in 'the wild'. The fortunate thing is it will change. <br /> Their incessant need to repeat each phrase 6-10 times is kind of hard on the nervous system day in and day out, and God help you if you don't understand something that they are trying to tell you after the fourth or fifth run through. At that point you might as well call in a translator (not mommy. She's already looking at me like, "Pal, I have no idea"!), but since you cannot do that, you half pretend you understand and ad lib from there. Hopefully they work with you on this--are graceful and accept that this is a moment when mommy and/or daddy need a little loving slack--and not decide that they cannot handle your incompetence and therefore have a meltdown in which they must pull in the whole household into the drama of the point they're trying to make. Sound funny? I assure you it's funnier in print. I told this to a friend of mine who has two daughters, and he lovingly said in point of fact dryness, "You did have a girl". <br /> "Right", I said. "Yes, we did". <br /> "No", he said. "YOU did". <br /> "Ahh. I see", I said. "The Chromosome Issue", I asked? <br /> "It's no 'issue', just true", he said. <br /> "Got it". "Thank you", I said. <br /> "No prob", he says. <br /> "This guy's not pulling any punches. A true friend", I think to myself. Gee. School of hard knocks from more than one angle. Hehe. <br /> Anyway, back to the story... <br /> Once I'm awake and seen 'out in the open' (on any given Saturday or Sunday) in my house I'm involved and engaged full tilt boogie, and it's that way until she's (my 3 yr. old daughter Shayla) in her bed and I close her door 13 hrs. later that night. A three year old doesn't know about union sanctioned breaks and lunches. :-) I'm a stay at home dad, so I look forward to the extra help from Momma that the weekends usually afford. But I sometimes feel like a spy in my own house, listening at my door before I open it and enter the game arena. "Can I make it to the bathroom incognito", I think to myself? For all the noise that happens in our house, my daughter still has supersonic hearing. She'll be in the living room with her mother watching one of her shows and having a conversation simultaneously, and STILL hear me slink out of my room. How, I have no idea, but she does! <br /> "Daddy's Awake", she shrills!! Ahhh, and just when I thought that I might get to go to the bathroom by myself. Negative ghostrider. I remember that the bathroom used to be a kind of private place..., right? Hmm. Maybe I'm thinking of something else. I can't quite remember. <br /> I love being a dad, even for all the challenges it presents. It's a wondrous job full of intensity, vibrancy, and change. One of the greatest things that changes is you. It's a real life stretching exercise that births in you the ability to do things that you never thought possible. You love and take care of your children and they change your life enabling you to do things that you never knew you could do and all without your Constant awareness of it. It's quite clever really on the part of creation: keeping you busy with one task while also accomplishing other things at the same time. <br /> Fathering is most certainly a universe of God unto itself. Childless adults take heed: the womb is an interdimensional doorway. Respect and Revere.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/my-daily-game-understanding-my-three-year-old">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-9090532168542191450?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-2389437073112478832010-05-11T21:41:00.001-07:002010-05-11T21:41:25.463-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Shayla is just now starting to put together the the pieces of her observation that boys and girls go to the bathroom differently. Like with mommy, she also wants to accompany daddy to the bathroom as well. Many times, in fact most of the time I discourage her from coming into the bathroom while I'm going to the john. But she sometimes suceedes in coming in any way. Of course, I am very gaurded about my bathroom routine, shielding, positioning and all the rest. One thing she knows; daddy pees standing up. She sees the back of my clothed figure, and tries to get around me while I ferociously block all attempts. Of course the day will come when I simply do not allow her into the bathroom at all when I am relieving myself. That day is nigh at hand. She commented to me the other day, "Wow. How do you do that without getting any pee pee on your pants"? I simply replied, "well, I've had a lot of practice". <br /> Now she wants to pee standing up, really bad. It's become her fascination. That is her new thing although she really can't figure out how that's possible With her clothes on and standing in front of the toilet. I told her not to be concerned about trying to do that. I said, "It's really pretty difficult, so let's not worry about that for now, ok"? I know she's still contemplating it though and hasn't really let it go. <br /> Last weekend we were out in nature and it was her first potty in Nature without a toilet, so she thought that this would be as good a time as any to practice her standing-to-pee skills. Of course it just ran all down, but that was fine with her as she'd just removed all her clothes in order to really get the hang of it. Later she decided that she wanted to try #2 in this same fashion (in Nature, like I said above), and it happened so quickly that we couldn't change the course, only stand back laughing to ourselves. Thank goodness for 'wet ones'. Watching this was pretty funny. What's even more comical is that I think that she really wants to figure this out. More power to ya, young lady. :-) <br /> Earlier this week I was out with her somewhere and I wound up having to take her into the mens' bathroom so that daddy could go pee. There was no one else in the bathroom and if there had been we would've gone into a stall or used the women's bathroom instead--these are sensitive situations--kind of obvious, right? Well, anyway it was the kind of mens' bathroom where there is a row of urinals along the wall. I made her stand behind me as I quickly relieved myself. She was very good and stood totally still in this foreign environment. We then got out quickly before anyone else came in. She didn't say anything then, but I'm waiting for the inevitable slew of questions: "What kind of potties are those along the wall"? "Does everyone stand there like that"? "Does anybody sit down on them"? "Why doesn't mommy ever stand up to pee"? <br /> Interesting times with the young scientist. The most popular current question is "Why?". Trailing in second is "Why?", and a close third is "but Why?". <br /> Grins and giggles.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/a-daddy-of-a-three-year-old-girls-funny-momen">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-238943707311247883?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-60750119267449012362010-05-10T15:29:00.001-07:002010-05-10T15:29:47.137-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/HuhAnsmfxxjuHfeCeIzzhHGtfvojgcjnhapzJglDdoBoevczvhHenEJgzCuc/IMG_1037.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/HuhAnsmfxxjuHfeCeIzzhHGtfvojgcjnhapzJglDdoBoevczvhHenEJgzCuc/IMG_1037.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/EcAgxpctFGiavnxkixIJzjcfFqmhjnoAkwbFDFFfFedittADixeJdHgJBIHb/IMG_1038.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/EcAgxpctFGiavnxkixIJzjcfFqmhjnoAkwbFDFFfFedittADixeJdHgJBIHb/IMG_1038.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-chick-fil-a'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-chick-fil-a">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6075011926744901236?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-46068922453828719832010-05-09T23:13:00.001-07:002010-05-09T23:13:46.878-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>As our 3+ yr. old daughter Shayla grows and develops faster than algae on the side of a poorly kept swimming pool in 100 deg. heat there are those moments that are priceless and make you do a double take as you say "What is that again?", to your budding 3 year old child. <br /> One such incident occurred for me yesterday at a moment when she was feeling overwhelmed and moved by her own sense of affection. We were really close face to face as I was loosening the staps of her seat belt and working on releasing her from her child's seat in the back of our sedan. First she said "Ooooh, you're so strong!", which she says quite often at that exact moment along with an ocassional few others. I take this in stride of course, as she doesn't yet known the full extent of the truth and who am I to pop her little bubble of her super human dad. I do enjoy it just a tad, if I'm totally honest. Who wouldn't? I mean, after all how many times do us daddies hear this from the rest of the female population in our lives? Not that we don't, but our 3 year old daughters dole it out like the eternal candy jar of a perpetual Christmas. Go on Honey...Dole Away! <br /> After she extolled the virtues of my "strong muscles", she then tossled my hair and patted my head and said "You're Such a Sweet Donkey Boy". I said "What's that now", not sure that I had indeed heard her correctly? She then repeated it and ran towards the house to go in. 'Donkey Boy' I'm thinking? Where on Earth did she get that?...... "Ooh, I know where that has come from", I thought! That's one of Tigger's pet names for Eyore on 'Tigger and Pooh', the kids' show on Playhouse Disney. How funny, I'm thinking. These days, it's pretty standard that she surprises us with something totally new at least 3 times a week on average. It makes me glad that we so closely watch what we let her view. I suppose it could just have as easily been some slang off of 'Sponge Bob', which thankfully, has been kind of graciously struck off the 'fine to view' list by virtue of the majic of DVR, since she can totally eek-out on every episode of Kai Lan, Mr. Roger's, and Tigger and Pooh. Thankfully, Wow Wow Wubbzy has fallen out of fashion. :-) That show, if I kept having to watch OR listen to it was certainly going to bring the men with the white jackets to my house. I'll say no more on that, because that does it. <br /> She's even becoming very hip when it comes to understanding the meaning of words through contextual usage. An example of this was last week when she had a spill on the tile floor due to running around the house in effortless wild abandon. She was recounting the story to her mother and I as we were putting on ice pack on her head, and we responded with "well,..that was some kind of adventure, wasn't it"? She retorted, "No, that was no adventure! An adventure is something else"! Her mother and I looked at each other with that simultaneous surprised turned proud look and we're like thinking "Well,...I'll be.." as I said, "Yes, you're absolutely right! An adventure, if we use the word properly, has a totally different connotation. Good One Kiddo"! <br /> It such a wonder to see her learn and grow. I have to constantly remind myself that she's still just 3 years old. Wow!<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/our-three-year-old-daughter-aka-the-sponge">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4606892245382871983?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-91872510242523687772010-05-09T12:05:00.001-07:002010-05-09T12:05:38.522-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/cruisingthestratosphere/nNSQJy07rTdTbNxieH3eIZTiYJO2tjuLavpeXAhHIzajnLhRuRiN1v3cGpO1/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/cruisingthestratosphere/zCR3DUlI6CzxWH2wrgFeuHKKww4kiBkGciaX9OqcmLTXYaxtADZeK0ccBLwJ/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/a-funny-but-inappropriate-bumper-sticker">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-9187251024252368777?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-59003164627473101752010-05-05T05:11:00.001-07:002010-05-05T05:11:59.150-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Down here in good ol' South Central Texas 'tis the season already to beat the heat in any possible human way. My daughter's got her solution. <br /> No, she didn't think of this, but boy she took to it instantly the moment I put the ideas of 'front yard', 'water', and 'swim suit' in the same sentence.<p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/QasQip2w9EsLgShJYjvvWV95ju8a0jKgNxHWrc4V0bnxLcsAgZMYBeShlMDV/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/O5MVX8YeteZD1FtE7MVEofwf5TFNJkOeW58845AB4v8s1ZkM88njAIoCbJVj/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/p8Wkl6SLJXJwPdlpduptJuiPnDdlf6YhFRnRguGq47X6fPmvspSqIWXDYzRy/photo_2.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/uWVDkzBtFtRpc2myek4GBdFAT2loEpvfhdRWYtzdVk4kK99dxbDPaPtqENSj/photo_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/lsOS9CYRAb0rTjO0Fyoxz70MJKMPTEIRkJ5YqLVjjGrztXZbjPiF6ZCXRJD5/photo_3.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/N3ybW0VSnFLMy6EJKwSBMwE8iWaQVyVuOnba0P1ppStHrDrYVIjaHmbucuQP/photo_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/sandbox-turned-temporary-splash-pool'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/sandbox-turned-temporary-splash-pool">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5900316462747310175?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-75132090562166526992010-05-05T05:01:00.001-07:002010-05-05T05:01:59.944-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Who says fame is glamorous? Listen 2 ths: "Walking dn the street now is even worse. Before, it was just b/c I was beautiful; now it's b/c I'm beautiful & famous. Everyone wants U at the same time, everyone hates U at the same time."<br />-M. Bellucci- <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/who-says-fame-is-glamorous-listen-2-ths-walki">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7513209056216652699?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-6914755963236244932010-05-01T20:39:00.001-07:002010-05-01T20:39:16.480-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/inxBpEGjqYqzixAFlFhXaZXX9NCtzn3pgLj5gy7emytC8lohOkFOsfFfP5kC/Photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/MGMRqX0c4MAkeNfcsIgOcE5xSErcmTjN6mw5cpXX6iu7prSET7HFGI89oiuT/Photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="654"/></a> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-uncle-jay">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-691475596323624493?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-83603492700702169792010-05-01T11:34:00.001-07:002010-05-01T11:34:02.930-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I thought this was cute, so I had to snap a few shots. These pics are worth more than a thousand words, and will of course only appreciate with time. :-)<p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/OtviyDdpG5lGfEVZzSGkB4uBsxJ0j0JFITE2HBDlF3cKIqXpzArXaO4ptn9b/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/f1SFPP4kvRj8n5R2jhn9lPw6bj7Z0YG9YJXBBRaUAXWEQFXAjSYyEGzsugVr/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/lmqSsN5yevvpRM9IpuCtSdTlJkbtSdP8xdpeuyrWj5V25xnBMXEUls9q5u49/photo_2.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/nsi1IDCD9F2WDGDKG5l4O3eisj61iP4P9WWAhb8Ph28czRt7FPy8qy3nuTaI/photo_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/rH0gCF8Jws6f2HxkY9LuCQC5pnZHZplvmJEfKTEXSywTiWf01dm0sE9g4Dso/photo_3.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/DOWnmT7UDGJ25eCBlfmpOBUigVil7bGHPQi6dVSNuQBc8XkUZoA5gXOTvOiP/photo_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-in-one-of-mommys-dresses'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-in-one-of-mommys-dresses">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8360349270070216979?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-15320077627425214222010-05-01T09:15:00.001-07:002010-05-01T09:15:51.159-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/hnHDxuCewalFuydryGtGwsufCpIBsFjaxmrGEbmthaBbcuClFbJvuHegvJBj/_0x4a242b0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="480" height="640"/> </p>Making a pretty good sized batch of Lima beans and Smkd. Hamhocks w/ onion, garlic, carrots, salt, & pepper. It cooked all night. Yuum. :-) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/making-a-pretty-good-sized-batch-of-lima-bean">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1532007762742521422?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-29342752303284842302010-04-30T07:24:00.001-07:002010-04-30T07:24:32.716-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It's Adorable that my 3yr old daughter Shayla calls R Beloved Spiritual Uncle Jerry 'Grandpadaddy'. Aww :-)@jerrydaniels@mjmara@lovecreatescmc <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/its-adorable-that-my-3yr-old-daughter-shayla">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2934275230328484230?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-79518932785375632862010-04-28T07:54:00.001-07:002010-04-28T07:54:51.804-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Well, it finally happened. i'm 99% certain that I hrd "Oh shit" fly out of the mouth of R 3yr, 2mo old baby girl ths morn. I asked. She said that she cld not cnfrm nor deny tht she said it. Maturation?:-/ <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/well-it-finally-happened-im-99-certain-that-i">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7951893278537563286?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-69740951393489398472010-04-26T16:42:00.001-07:002010-04-26T16:42:20.439-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ypIFmFBkgGisvqnvuwpleeknqfpcbycHvGxoGiztionFBlBmFlEkmcCBeIbr/IMG_1031.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ypIFmFBkgGisvqnvuwpleeknqfpcbycHvGxoGiztionFBlBmFlEkmcCBeIbr/IMG_1031.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/EyJpxpcwdElkuedBAJCeuvkqdxApBxcJwgmHhDkmCdCheqCJfcBuyimqficE/IMG_1032.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/EyJpxpcwdElkuedBAJCeuvkqdxApBxcJwgmHhDkmCdCheqCJfcBuyimqficE/IMG_1032.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-garrison-park'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-garrison-park">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6974095139348939847?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-38574851000988903992010-04-26T08:00:00.001-07:002010-04-26T08:00:24.229-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Which is Better: Buying Apple Products, or Buying Apple Stock?: How this simple bit of wisdom evades the common Apple fan/consumer (Including myself!) is beyond me. I am now taking the point under Serious advisement! :-) <a href="http://bit.ly/bUouaG">http://bit.ly/bUouaG</a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/which-is-better-buying-apple-products-or-buyi">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3857485100098890399?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-52224285938805222552010-04-24T04:20:00.001-07:002010-04-24T04:20:35.957-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Watched abt 1/2 of 'The Time Traveler's Wife' last nite. Cute flick. That guy needs a Spidey suit--alwys lookn 4 clothes. :)<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452694/">www.imdb.com/title/tt0452694/</a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/watched-abt-12-of-the-time-travelers-wife-las">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5222428593880522255?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-87833386628098503792010-04-23T01:02:00.001-07:002010-04-23T01:02:39.370-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>'Into The Arms of Strangers: Stories of The Kindertransport' was a beautiful, if disturbing documentary of the graceful relocation of more than 10,000 Jewish children at the dawn of WWII. Intense, but good to have been seen. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0248912/">www.imdb.com/title/tt0248912/</a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/into-the-arms-of-strangers-stories-of-the-kin-0">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8783338662809850379?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-88818347279638525722010-04-22T09:56:00.001-07:002010-04-22T09:56:54.087-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I posted this photo yesterday, but then applied some special effects to it, so I thought it fitting to post again.<p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/uqZ3BYBc9JDb8TN3XSRqb4qfjVe81pYspjPYwYcFDXQrHvdpN5SEnhaHt68y/Photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dDTDdrlYgpwbI9VCLzpP6G9BI2zBkbqjXPOtYyqul96QtA5scc0jNBsciM8C/Photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="654"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/ice-cream-love-at-flipnotics">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8881834727963852572?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-40876508950617889342010-04-21T14:11:00.001-07:002010-04-21T14:11:50.341-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/rHkdsBenbrCpsifvffwEuipfvaFoHwBxyDltEFxqttBzvbEjaHHgEtuvhAut/IMG_1025.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/rHkdsBenbrCpsifvffwEuipfvaFoHwBxyDltEFxqttBzvbEjaHHgEtuvhAut/IMG_1025.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/xkuGEIntgqCndBlgiBwwyxlnFzwnhFyzmlqjIADuvnhofHbdBnBHbokbCsJJ/IMG_1026.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/xkuGEIntgqCndBlgiBwwyxlnFzwnhFyzmlqjIADuvnhofHbdBnBHbokbCsJJ/IMG_1026.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-makes-rock-collections-wherever-she-go'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p>Today Shayla and I are here at Flipnoticks Coffee House and she's gathering rocks. She can't help herself; wherever we go she's a gathering. :)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-makes-rock-collections-wherever-she-go">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4087650895061788934?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-67640589102425156752010-04-21T13:56:00.001-07:002010-04-21T13:56:52.919-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/iexAFGmaICexqsFaefICclBgfpupqoqCyCezgvInoDlvAdoEpprxFuCrqxBh/_0x39c0080.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="320" height="480"/> </p>@simplytweet it's doing it again 2day. Looks like it might be a location oriented thing b/c I'm actually near 'Zilker Park' <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/simplytweet-its-doing-it-again-2day-looks-lik">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6764058910242515675?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-90126367900602780022010-04-21T08:54:00.001-07:002010-04-21T08:54:25.538-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>How can I loose track of a full cup of coffee in the short distance from the front door of our duplex to my bdrm door? I must b gettn oldr! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/how-can-i-loose-track-of-a-full-cup-of-coffee">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-9012636790060278002?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-17484933236613906512010-04-21T07:52:00.001-07:002010-04-21T07:52:42.797-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>My relationship with my 3y,2mo. old daughter has finally reached the public maturation point of "Who the hell are you again? My dad? ...No, I don't think so. I'm here with 'my people' " kind-of- spot. We went to Ruta Maya (a local coffee shop) yesterday afternoon and I turned out to be the Last person that she wanted to hang out with while we were there. Sure, it makes sense; she only hangs out with me litterally 'all the time'. However, it's still a bit awkward when you're trying to protect the general population from the over confident, over bearing, quite pushy nature of your 3 y.o. child. I mean, who 'wants' to say no to a kid who asks you, "Hey, can I sit here next to you and play with your smart phone"? Probably most people, but who wants to be put in a position to actually Say "No, I don't really want you to do that"? Again, No One, I'm sure. <br /> In trying to stop this obvious (to me) public dilemma I wind up (again, to me) looking like the overbearing and insistent father figure of some kid's bad dream. I don't like playing this role, but there are still rules, even and especially, in public. "Shayla, you must ask those kind people if it's okay if you sit with them for a bit, not just walk up and plunk down like you've known them all your little life", I say to her and the table of the two twenty-something girls. "No, I'm going to stay here", she says while the girls simultaneously give their approving nods and smiles. Still, this doesn't give me the 'warm fuzzies'!! I don't like playing that role of Big Daddy Censor! Too late! One would say, "then you buddy, are in the wrong profession" I clearly hear in the back of my mind! Well, that doesn't mean that I have to like it, does it? Nah, of course not. I have to say that I will enjoy scaring the crap out of suitors in 12 or 13 years, but this stuff?? Let me tell you...this is not fun. <br /> If that were not enough, she also managed to adopt an extra set of grandparents while we were there, even going so far as to call the old man 'paw paw'! My jaw was on the floor! It wasn't the first time and I know it sure as hell will not be the last!! Of course I allowed this little stage play as I didn't want to go from 'truancy officer' dad to 'state warden' dad all in the same day. <br /> All the above is very humorous to me in a 'dry' sort of way, if a little embarrassing.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-shyness-negative">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1748493323661390651?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-37981457060652634632010-04-20T22:23:00.001-07:002010-04-20T22:23:10.289-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@simplytweet no, not the case here. Hmm. & since it wasn't mirrored on Twitter (whn I lookd)..software bug perhaps. Hasn't been numerous 4 me tho. Only 1 other time 4 moi. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/simplytweet-no-not-the-case-here-hmm-and-sinc">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3798145706065263463?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-40814350838196962162010-04-20T22:18:00.001-07:002010-04-20T22:18:56.111-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@simplytweet I had just went frm my mentions screen to my acct screen. That's it. I was lookin' to see the page of someone I just choose 2 fllw. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/simplytweet-i-had-just-went-frm-my-mentions-s">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4081435083819696216?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-2434171935001224842010-04-20T15:42:00.001-07:002010-04-20T15:42:55.939-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><object height="417" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F62wSf-7Dlo&hl=en&fs=1" /></param><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F62wSf-7Dlo&hl=en&fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window" height="417" width="500"></embed></object><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-playing-a-flute-at-ruta-maya">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-243417193500122484?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-13128432333313073462010-04-19T17:43:00.001-07:002010-04-19T17:43:30.830-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It is amazing how fast they grow!! I can hardly believe it and I'm with her everyday!<p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/kKzzzXsiUSkQR7aUZLLDHWVKxTXpx35CNkTlg6GYiXvCusjxWQiLuxj8Snr9/Photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/yNoogiZSAS2Hq5FDgPXWsRirvdCYhNFTqrJ689OZYi4CgY2GZo4id6CidXV2/Photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="382"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-nana-and-risas">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1312843233331307346?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-30504021540135900172010-04-19T05:53:00.001-07:002010-04-19T05:53:12.692-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Today's calamity is minimized by the accidental good fortune of getting up on the good side of the bed. <br />How did I do that? <br />I don't know, but perhaps it is repeatable. <br />My life, not being my own, feel akin to a piece of rentable equipment from your local home depot. <br />Not really, but sort of. <br />It's not bad. <br />The sphere I live within is huge with many working parts. <br />I just try to stay out of the way so as not to get pinched, and thereby to keep smiling remaining fluid within the works. <br />And if I look up, I see the stars.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/the-works-37">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3050402154013590017?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-40317666310095911082010-04-17T13:08:00.001-07:002010-04-17T13:08:58.559-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dIsbkgghjiJBqHIGoIrCgaypFJqEJAFxdBhtaFfvGJimztIcxJidknDrqwHz/IMG_1023.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dIsbkgghjiJBqHIGoIrCgaypFJqEJAFxdBhtaFfvGJimztIcxJidknDrqwHz/IMG_1023.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-ruta">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4031766631009591108?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-24948797221057947772010-04-16T02:27:00.001-07:002010-04-16T02:27:56.687-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>The secular sits next to the sacred. <br />The hats change as the wind blows. The cards are shuffled. <br /> Peace is a choice despite the movements of change. The tap root is deep and in the same place, yet not; however the coordinates are always made manifest for those of willing heart and mind in their time. It is there for the nourishing, should you wish it. Always there. It has no judgement, no recompense should you wait 'till later, but you must dig; this is no softdrink vending machine. <br /> Temporal nature and man's search for meaning: There are days where this seems like someone's idea of a cruel joke, but it isn't. I still find myself laughing though at the inside out nature of it, at times. Humor always returns, but there are those days where the heart is hit hard and the freshness of the pain rises to the surface to be skimmed and cleaned off as the slow cathartic healing of the wounds of the deep undergo their steady, warm, mending transformations that are atomically changing and altering bit by bit by precious bit the Love of One, as the tick-tock of human evolution moves it's way through the Heart of a life. <br />The secular sits next to the sacred. <br />The hats change as the wind blows. <br />The cards are shuffled and re-shuffled and <br />Peace and Love are choices we can make despite the movements of change.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/choice-141">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2494879722105794777?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-25208884977830574772010-04-15T09:01:00.001-07:002010-04-15T09:01:07.422-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It takes bravery to be oneself. <br /> Ones self ungarded. <br /> To be open like a vulnerable blade of grass, weed or flower between two pieces of sidewalk on a busy thoroughfare. <br /> Open to the whim of the elements and the egos passing by <br /> And choosing not to protect oneself from what may be. How many ceaseless hours are spent trying to protect the unprotectable from what may be? <br /> Pain has taught us this and rightfully so. It has been etched on our souls by those we love, and through no fault of their own they have only passed on what they have learned, what they have been taught as it were by all those teachings that are silent, not having a tongue yet boom in the quiet of the tense house as a thunder that cannot be blocked out. <br /> Bravery is not to fight. Fighting is the easiest thing and also the ugliest. Fighting is the doorway to the horrors of man. Protecting the castle and fighting to the teeth is second nature to man. There is no glory in that as glories go. Necessity maybe, glory no. <br /> Bravery doesn't glimmer or shine in the reflection of those Hollywood eyes. Bravery is drab and plain, fresh out of pretense and camoflage, and doesn't mind being alone knowing there are much worse things. <br /> Bravery is measured within the recesses of itself to it's own with a feel that is intimate and personal, known only to the one. Bravery that needs proving is not bravery. <br /> Bravery just might be the end of war rather than the begining of it.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/bravery-9">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2520888497783057477?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-56891416910335561842010-04-14T16:42:00.001-07:002010-04-14T16:42:25.991-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@jackalopekid any more, I don't really do tht much on my PC whch has Flash. Most of my computng is done via iPhone. "Times, they're a Chngng" <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/jackalopekid-any-more-i-dont-really-do-tht-mu">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5689141691033556184?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-20810174579820491282010-04-13T10:37:00.001-07:002010-04-13T10:37:19.970-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I think the sooner that Shayla really realizes that I'm not her personal 'short order' cook, the better. I haven't given her any other impression, aside from just wanting her to enjoy what she's eating and thereby being obviously flexible about available menu options. Some times I think that I've been too flexible with that. <br /> Now, we go over available options prior to food prep. After that point, if the wants change...too bad. "This is what's for __________", I say. "Eat or starve, your choice", I add (Big Smile). She Eats.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/your-dad-is-no-short-order-cook">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2081017457982049128?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-7359144021828649122010-04-12T09:57:00.001-07:002010-04-12T09:57:51.450-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>dont Understand the Adobe/Apple Relationship or think U do? Check out ths little recounting of history & then weigh in again! <a href="http://is.gd/bpNyW">http://is.gd/bpNyW</a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/dont-understand-the-adobeapple-relationship-o">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-735914402182864912?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-18783811936774448192010-04-12T09:11:00.001-07:002010-04-12T09:11:23.347-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@butchjax So she took that anti-b and Zyrtec D (Walgreen's brnd) last night & didn't sleep b/c it's got antihistamine(enuf 2 kp hr awake). :( <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/butchjax-so-she-took-that-anti-b-and-zyrtec-d">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1878381193677444819?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-83408601463666705532010-04-10T14:50:00.001-07:002010-04-10T14:50:17.845-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/JyJGGuClqdwIfHDkFjcpjiowGsIgmqHheqsFnfiDpmhxqqEJJAcdJHiddfpg/IMG_1009.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/JyJGGuClqdwIfHDkFjcpjiowGsIgmqHheqsFnfiDpmhxqqEJJAcdJHiddfpg/IMG_1009.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/IsAebgsyrAJiximssjrsHtHBktdbghhioptqqAmajizGeyeFpJhEezktEuHi/IMG_1010.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/IsAebgsyrAJiximssjrsHtHBktdbghhioptqqAmajizGeyeFpJhEezktEuHi/IMG_1010.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/williams-25th-birthday-party-at-pappadeauxs'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p>These are some pictures of my family here at Pappadeaux's celebrating my cousin William's 25th Birthday. Shayla, Christina, and I came down to Houston for it.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/williams-25th-birthday-party-at-pappadeauxs">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8340860146366670553?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-39921458889365080862010-04-10T14:06:00.001-07:002010-04-10T14:06:56.019-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/uFHdxGjAdlbvjeijdaArzDigrDbfkrjzlqJrIpuuwosctxvxesCAkjxbClbh/IMG_1008.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/uFHdxGjAdlbvjeijdaArzDigrDbfkrjzlqJrIpuuwosctxvxesCAkjxbClbh/IMG_1008.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/willaims-25th-birthday-party-at-pappadeauxs">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3992145888936508086?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-14302404950157513562010-04-10T10:38:00.001-07:002010-04-10T10:38:32.223-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@butchjax yeah, we do. We have a singing practice that'll literally go from early morn till abt 5. There's poss'lty after tht. Let's stay n tch. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/butchjax-yeah-we-do-we-have-a-singing-practic">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1430240495015751356?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-26785778382364183622010-04-10T09:43:00.001-07:002010-04-10T09:43:24.054-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I must say that I never valued 'Family' the way that I have come to since having a child of my own. It is something magical and of a new dimension altogether that children bring to the table of family and life. <br /> I used to feel, in a way disconnected from my relatives. It was not bad per se, it was just different. Looking back I can see that it was a lack of context, a lack of 'the threads' of relationship and connected meaning. That 'connected meaning' IS CHILDREN!! Closeness is naturally born, drawn in and weaved through the families that birth new lives. It is as natural as breathing, as drinking water, as putting on new, fresh clothes for a brand new day. <br /> There is a Joy that is in me that has been waiting to get out. My daughter has given me the vehicle whereby that can happen: HER. Children are the instigators for the miraculous from within their parents by their very nature of being because of what they call forth out of the catacombs of the humans that are their parents. They come to help the families to which they are born and also to have the oportunity to live themselves on this beautiful green and blue Orb that we call Planet Earth. <br /> Family gatherings are now a joy with a well defined meaning and purpose: the children. These gatherings were almost always events that I looked forward to, but now I look forward to them with great excitement for I have some special people to share with them: my partner Christina and my sweet child Shayla. Happiness.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-joy-of-relations">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2678577838236418362?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-72431563780331157982010-04-08T18:47:00.001-07:002010-04-08T18:47:45.479-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Today while at the park with Shayla I was reminded of just how non-causal their (meaning a three year old's) thinking is. Actually, I get reminded of this everyday, however there are these lulls wherein you think it's safe to let your guard down and be a little lax and then you sometimes get shocked. <br /> Today, was one of those days as we were at the park having a good old time with all these kids. I guess there were about 25 kids of varying ages there. Shayla is very interactive and so she starts running around with them, following certain ones and quickly becomes a part of the group mind. In situations like this one she gets very excited and does quick, spontaneous acrobatical moves that she would not otherwise take the risk to enact. <br /> Excitement for a three year old can push other well ingrained (at home) common sense practices and rationale right out of their little head. It's not that they have a lot to work with at this age to start with, but even that gets jepordized in a field of adrenaline and excitement. There were a few times while we there that I had to instruct her on how to play with others (which she already knows, but gets lost in the frolick): take turns, ask first, at no time do you push or use force, etcetera. It's interesting how the excitement about something can override all these rules of engagement. That's not all it overrides either. There was an incident where she was going after a ball that another kid had thrown to her and being overshot she turned around and ran through a swing set on a diagonal line that was full of wildly swinging kids!! I couldn't believe that she did this! I don't think I had a right to be surprised, but I was. My heart lept up into the back of my throat, and fortunate for Shayla and for me one of the mothers that was pushing their kids caught what was happening and stopped her child in his swing just in time to avoid Shayla being slammed in the front of her head! That scared the pee diddle out of me, and Shayla, of course didn't even know what had been averted. I sighed in relief and appologized first, then thanked the mom. I then vowed...to do...what? I already keep an Eagle eye on her. I just can't help but think that these are the small miracles that keep us going day by day. <br /> Thank goodness for those that watch over us.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/the-miracles-of-small-misses">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7243156378033115798?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-57239739146647969432010-04-08T14:00:00.001-07:002010-04-08T14:00:17.565-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/kBEfssqearvEmycrfFczqdkgDakDaHtxDbCCjyEgEIfpkGJGgbfdqoecdeoF/IMG_1001.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/kBEfssqearvEmycrfFczqdkgDakDaHtxDbCCjyEgEIfpkGJGgbfdqoecdeoF/IMG_1001.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-at-the-zilker-playground">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5723973914664796943?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-68056285318249523972010-04-08T10:27:00.001-07:002010-04-08T10:27:41.498-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It was a comforting thing yesterday to again witness that I am not the only parent that has a 3 yr. old child that is a spazzl. I say this with love in my heart and a smile on my face, but where oh where do these creatures get this Energy?!! I sincerely hope that the attention span is destined to lengthen because 15 seconds is just not enough time to get much done! How, exactly one gets distracted in the bathroom Between the releasing and the wiping is just simply beyond me. Is it possible to stay on task for a full 3 minute stretch because otherwise I'm not sure where we go from here? <br /> It's amazing that we all make it to adulthood like we do. Was I really like this at this age?? I imagine human beings growing up 'in the wild' in this day and age as I look at my little one that I still, at 3 yrs. old, have to remind how to walk, lest she hurt herself, and I cringe thinking there'd be no way that we as a species would make it. How far off the line have we gone with our rubber-soled shoes, drive through Starbucks and electronic devices? So far we have come from the actual hunting and gathering that I sometimes wonder what would happen to us minus the skyscrapers, cars, and concrete? It's a funny mental vignette when I think about baby mammals in the wild--Hey, that's what we homo sapiens are!--and the fact that my daughter has yet to get down pat drying the moisture off her skin with a piece of toilet paper,..and she's been alive for three years already! Funny stuff. :-) <br /> So often I feel like a broken record with my daughter: do this, don't do that, do that, don't do this. A happy, tireless broken record, but a broken record nonetheless. Why don't we pop out of the womb with more of a solid state living manual embedded in our psyche? I mean some basic things could be really helpful like 'wiping your own butt: 101', 'Sanitary Procedures for Survival: Overt and Sublime', 'How to Stay Alive in a Physical World where Gravity and Mass are King', 'Cleaning Up After Yourself Pts. I, II, and III', or even something like 'How to Safely Walk a Straight Line from Point A to Point B Without Injuring Yourself or Others'. Why not?...... Surely, most assuredly, God is Laughing. It is funny I must say, and even when it's not to me I certainly hope someone, somewhere is getting a kick out of it. <br /> Parenting is an interesting and awesome job that both requires a lot and gives a lot. It empties you and then fills you up on an almost clock-work type basis. All I'll say at this point is Thank God for the Filling Up.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/spazz-spazz-razamatazz">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6805628531824952397?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-71984274756349068092010-04-07T17:54:00.001-07:002010-04-07T17:54:15.730-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/CwsazGbogFCggiekJzniCJtzcajwIsdIcEvbGJtbhEqEtehiiflEnyqnkfIs/IMG_1000.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/CwsazGbogFCggiekJzniCJtzcajwIsdIcEvbGJtbhEqEtehiiflEnyqnkfIs/IMG_1000.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-adams-park">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7198427475634906809?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-36720738160436618262010-04-07T17:03:00.001-07:002010-04-07T17:03:32.997-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/4zTA1ANdZNcVlg5gNMnFVA3VPiu7EvrVXLinBEYuvNBhCSBy5vmeZ7Ww4O2c/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/nVuVwQoWV4elWFCTnWXc5EWjKnGBb0l4NlDuAj5qI8SAH4wuHIaqbyLkZEVB/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/TMzrppBlemIUE1AaPzG1DxLc2CXVb4ElOYrIElMa8KfFmXokbGg33WiSW3MT/photo_2.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/pw6CDheXw9d0prdHIqm1H31TceYcuUZ4rRAKvPxJnuRZPSapNDegPlHljWPj/photo_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-shopping'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div><p>Sent from my iPhone</p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-shopping">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3672073816043661826?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-7562738816498594062010-04-07T17:01:00.001-07:002010-04-07T17:01:12.370-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/JHAGeIdylwcanxktglljymdvxsvtHHgIyIjatrHlvosgJFxryAnpeFyDIekw/IMG_0999.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/JHAGeIdylwcanxktglljymdvxsvtHHgIyIjatrHlvosgJFxryAnpeFyDIekw/IMG_0999.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="375"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-lani-0">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-756273881649859406?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-56432733546605210672010-04-07T05:57:00.001-07:002010-04-07T05:57:49.191-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Cute One, I must say! I'm a SAHD. I post abt my 3 Yr Old daughter & our exprnces. I too am in Austin. Nice to run in 2 U thru@thehrgoddess ! <a href="http://twitter.com/WellVersedMom/status/11749822276">http://twitter.com/WellVersedMom/status/11749822276</a> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/cute-one-i-must-say-im-a-sahd-i-post-abt-my-3">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5643273354660521067?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-32445206965968241882010-04-07T03:30:00.001-07:002010-04-07T03:30:55.075-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>The art of being wise is knowing what to overlook. ~William James (via @thehrgoddess) This is really gd relationship advice. So many things not worth the fuss! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/the-art-of-being-wise-is-knowing-what-to-over">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3244520696596824188?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-10628777662233997672010-04-07T03:27:00.001-07:002010-04-07T03:27:03.640-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@docmurdock btw, I think that Stitcher giveaway for the iPad is over now, but several others prob r still going or begin today. If u come across plz share. Thx. :) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/docmurdock-btw-i-think-that-stitcher-giveaway">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1062877766223399767?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-33488621213964548322010-04-07T03:05:00.001-07:002010-04-07T03:05:40.821-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@docmurdock Yes, and if you know of more please do share. Particularly ones that are 'free' from the outset. 'iDrive' is gd, but I don't need that service. :) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/docmurdock-yes-and-if-you-know-of-more-please">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3348862121396454832?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-22011382577563410612010-04-06T23:32:00.001-07:002010-04-06T23:32:55.133-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>I sure do love late night to early morning; what a blessed time!! Do all parents of toddlers say that? It's a time when you actually can hear yourself think and it occurs once every 24 hrs! Hallelujah! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/i-sure-do-love-late-night-to-early-morning-wh">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2201138257756341061?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-21082980534731178412010-04-06T02:23:00.001-07:002010-04-06T02:23:10.509-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Yes, our 3 year old daughter Shayla is, for all practical purposes 'potty trained' at this point, however it's still a mixed bag to send her to the potty alone 100% of the time. She averages about 7 out of 10 to be successful, non-catastrophic type experiences. The other 3 are, well, up in the air as for how they will turn out. <br /> Today, we had one of those '3 out of 10' type experiences. It wasn't a total mess, but bless her heart, it was headed in that direction. It's a common practice that if she goes to the john solo and we don't hear or see from her for more than about 6-7 minutes then we send in a search party and truthfully, you never really know what you're going to find. Today, after giving her a just amount of time on her solo adventure, I walk up to the bathroom door, gently knock, and peer in just in time to see her flushing and watching with scientific curiosity a total bowl full of wadded up white paper towels. She was using white paper towels because that morning we had run out of proper toilet paper and we had not yet gone to the store to get more. This was a first for her. She didn't know that you're not supposed to flush paper towels, but rather toss them in the waste baskett when finished. Daddy had not informed her of the bathroom protocol in reference to paper towels. She didn't know to fold them over and to tear them in half and then to use one of those halves to wipe with. So, in lieu of this missing piece of intelligence she used one paper towel per wipe, and wiped what looked to be about 10 to 12 times in the name of thoroughness. Luckily, as she was watching the water travel out of the bowl the current didn't really catch hold of the rather stiff mass, which was fortunate for me as paper towels do not rapidly degrade when they come into contact with water and this paper sludge would've solidly clogged the toilet. I then filled her in on paper napkin and paper towel use in the bathroom and she said "Okay", but I don't really know if that was "okay, I understand you", or "okay, I get that you're trying to explain something to me". This kind of stuff is really funny because there really isn't any sure-fire way (that I can see) to tell if a child gets what you're explaining, until of course, the same situation arises again and you can see first hand what they do the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, etcetera--times around. Sometimes it takes a little while for it to sink into the cognitive processes of that little head, or for you to say it in just the right way---whichever comes first. <br /> So now I have this mass of wet paper towels in the toilet that must be fished out as they certainly cannot be flushed. Also, little kids are like cats: they want to be right in the middle of whatever is going on, (and with kids especially) the messier the greater the attraction. So I am saying to Shayla all the while, "Now honey, you're going to have to step back. This area is nasty, nasty, nasty. Not that going to the bathroom is nasty because it's not, but the toilet is nasty, nasty, nasty". All the while I am sticking the toilet bowl cleaner wand in there and fishing out these paper towels and dumping them into the trash while holding her back from the rim with my other arm I am thinking, "now what is she learning from this? Even though I have explained why we have to do this I am not sure that it has registered and the LAST thing I want to see the next time I open the bathroom door to check on her after an extended potty stay is her fishing around in the toilet"! I have to laugh to myself, as the details of these experiences drive me nuts, but there's not a thing I can do about it, as the train has already left the station. I can only watch in my mind's eye and laugh hoping that her understanding is on the right track. I can't even at this point count the number of times that I have told her that we don't 'play in the potty' and she has to date been really good about not doing that, but here I am and what am I doing? .. Playing in the potty. :-) No honey, this is not a trend and I am no trend setter. ....Don't look at me like that. This is not fascinating, this is Yucky. <br /> Catostrophe averted. Corrections made. Understanding clear and implemented.? I hope; we'll see. It's all parental fun, especially in hindsight.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/send-her-to-the-potty-alone-at-your-own-risk">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2108298053473117841?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-46538353359795866262010-04-05T17:32:00.001-07:002010-04-05T17:32:57.394-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Shayla and I went for a short bike ride this evening, and wound up at an Amy's Ice Cream location because it was close to the house. She's had a little mucus congestion that had started yesterday, so I knew ice cream would not be the best thing for that. My solution was to get her a tiny sorbet and an ice cream for me. Since she's only 3 I thought I could pull that off. Nope didn't work. Although she didn't know exactly what I was ordering, I thought if I stayed quiet about which was what that she'd think it was All Ice Cream. Negative. <br /> I had bought a raspberry sorbet for her and a white chocolate macadamia ice cream for me. The one was bright red (attractive, right?), and the other a plain white--the ice cream. The first thing out of her mouth after pulling her freshly dipped sorbeted finger out of her mouth and giving a look to my side of the table was, <br /> "I want the white one". <br />"Of course you do", I relented. The rest of the visit was a mutual devouring of both; it was fun. <br /> It's true that as a parent you can only control so much. :-)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/tried-to-dupe-shayla-with-a-sorbet-instead-of">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4653835335979586626?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-62900708330405817042010-04-04T20:42:00.001-07:002010-04-04T20:42:55.468-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Shayla has lately been taken with a determined sense of self and is trying out the acceptable/unacceptable bounds of her position. Today, in front of family was no exception. It's really not that fun trying to show her that she is not going to be allowed to thwart or undermine our authority. Blatant disregard for your parental authority is really no fun at all. Why, child must you make me teach you this? I'm sure there's more in it for me than meets the eye, but that doesn't mean that I am going to enjoy the process. Oh well, it comes with the territory. It's part of the ebb and flow of life, I guess. <br /> It was a joyful day with two different 'families' of ours and I am now stuffed to the gills and wish I had a second stomach like our bovine relatives to off load some of the abundance, but that is not to happen. So now, I take my happily stuffed self home with the other members of my family and put my energetic little three year old to bed and then fall on the couch to watch a movie with my beloved. <br /> It's been a Happy and Plentiful Easter. I hope you and yours have had the same. <br /> God Bless and Happy Easter from those of us at The Daddyville press. Good Night.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/my-daughter-is-at-that-lovely-age-of-three">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6290070833040581704?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-20138894509032005682010-04-03T09:48:00.001-07:002010-04-03T09:48:49.790-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>We saw 'Shutter Island' last night. Pretty good, but not great. L. DeCaprio was not the best choice for the lead role in this 'Hitchcock Inspired' Martin Scorcese picture. I give it 5 stars out of 10. <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/we-saw-shutter-island-last-night-pretty-good">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2013889450903200568?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-72071165567253187472010-04-03T09:44:00.001-07:002010-04-03T09:44:48.734-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/HuhhsqCsharnwJblixxFgqbrflJtglhCJGurlrmjpxqixmlfmwwtherpgxrm/IMG_0997.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/HuhhsqCsharnwJblixxFgqbrflJtglhCJGurlrmjpxqixmlfmwwtherpgxrm/IMG_0997.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/blBilyfnIFucduEJmppultobfyqvdJrhoBtFkFcpgsarJlkdvijtEwprBGyb/IMG_0998.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/blBilyfnIFucduEJmppultobfyqvdJrhoBtFkFcpgsarJlkdvijtEwprBGyb/IMG_0998.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-with-our-friend-mark'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-with-our-friend-mark">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7207116556725318747?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-73211013331516929712010-04-01T19:58:00.001-07:002010-04-01T19:58:09.011-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/RFfmFR04VNsMkW0QvQpohpwnPX08BXPGVcYFnBJI66JSETYlpYkdS3VfJHY1/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/8sxmS1Z8xzCIAIr9arYxfCJryvdeZOp04TrvVOKtnzO2jf85HmCbMaPCZnOD/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="677"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/osSgur9WK6E1Wa5VAlOpeqxVWC10rEDiN1dFP0dV7rzIcL0HYXbqc33kz3i3/photo_2.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/CtEnyazLfux4cpYIpqkFtdFOBHFyUd6X08ynLEtaep6l9uZNwU8Jtmc0Ob7F/photo_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="677"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/Xiyy5AGLsRVjDnzm9PDmxnw1MI0Aa8Gq8mv9klSfEQUeRT3EtFfLeLPbyyJ4/photo_3.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/09TUnu2qCKFQEkXfqf28euimIGCIGDndXhmhpMbmeoNsIIY6ECkciwP7BCKZ/photo_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="677"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/Bs1XWGM2pDNWXfEaMePeC9wYyWldtJEnyCyyiWn6wuf1WMo3BdnzJbvEfNmm/photo_4.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/DOx9XV8VNwmzbHFW5R7g9QiuIbbk1EIzzqAYr0Pzlv3JvSXioLQawPt00bgw/photo_4.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="677"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-bouldin-creek-0'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-at-bouldin-creek-0">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7321101333151692971?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-16381435161400005752010-04-01T16:47:00.001-07:002010-04-01T16:47:09.425-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/12U9ElfsSymlmeYORgRb5IerCCHxVIgwlWud46zqmRpRfdDlawJap7XSyZ0g/Photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dsLM8E3PqC7T7RfT1IInSMWWEbg7ISjW5i8LzJbevq27jyjJw9qj9y33drGi/Photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <p>Here's Shayla in her favorite place: down with the rocks, the dirt and bugs. If she doesn't have dirt under her finger nails at the end of the day it hasn't been a normally adventurous day. :-)</p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-loves-the-earth">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1638143516140000575?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-16307576560077551542010-04-01T15:28:00.001-07:002010-04-01T15:28:00.612-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/mfjwkgrjwkEwqhAGpFFhHApyJnasjJvDnveAojojbdmIdpDJCsjeqrrBmnxc/IMG_0992.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/mfjwkgrjwkEwqhAGpFFhHApyJnasjJvDnveAojojbdmIdpDJCsjeqrrBmnxc/IMG_0992.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>There's a whole mess of donated books here at Bouldin Creek Cafe, and out the lot of them my 3 yr. old daughter choose this one to check out. :-)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/an-interesting-book-choice-for-a-3-year-old">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1630757656007755154?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-28116122468632507922010-03-31T14:02:00.001-07:002010-03-31T14:02:00.845-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It feels really good to get my daughter enrolled in a mini pre-school program. She's 3 now and to have her going to a little interactive pre-school kids' group 4 days out of the week for a hour and a half in the middle of the day feels great! She loves it! It's about time for her to hang out with her own people for a little while every day. I'm sure it must feel great to spend time with her peers that are just as energetic as she! <br /> They have a nice little program of mixed activities: inside interactive play time, story telling, playground time (outside), as well as special activities like the Easter egg hunt that they did today in celebration of this Sunday. <br /> The teachers say that she plays nice and is very polite which I was very pleased to hear. So far, so good on Shayla's peer to peer socialization. Yay!<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shaylas-new-daily-playdate">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2811612246863250792?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-11784760495339924872010-03-30T11:18:00.001-07:002010-03-30T11:18:06.932-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/FqpxuFesBEAmoFprszanbumCjfCesmiqcHoahosvtrkrrymhkDfFzFFxburv/_0x360aa0.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/twittertwaddle/FqpxuFesBEAmoFprszanbumCjfCesmiqcHoahosvtrkrrymhkDfFzFFxburv/_0x360aa0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="375"/></a> </p>Working w/ my dad putting up some nice shutters. :-) <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/working-w-my-dad-putting-up-some-nice-shutter">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-1178476049533992487?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-8435595029639244702010-03-30T04:58:00.001-07:002010-03-30T04:58:26.164-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>RT @alltop Why people need drama in their lives by Kurt Vonnegut - Holy Kaw! <a href="http://bit.ly/bg8QcO">http://bit.ly/bg8QcO</a> --A Great little Piece about Expected, therefore Tirelessly Created Drama! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/rt-alltop-why-people-need-drama-in-their-live">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-843559502963924470?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-36294345918122130742010-03-29T23:27:00.001-07:002010-03-29T23:27:20.772-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>My daughter Shayla is such an energetic buzz to be around. She has so much energy! As a parent you really have to learn how to funnel that! I've found that to be my best recourse in managing how that energy plays out. She's like a moving 'buzz bomb' that seeks out engagement and interaction on that level of high energy. It's a freight train in motion that you kind of have to find ways to run along side of without inadvertently, unconsciously attempting to block the energy. The age relationship in our little nuclear family is as follows: 3, 36, 42. You can see the variance here, so our work is obvious when our 3 year old is building a new civilization while her mother and I are just looking for a good place to put our feet up. :-) "Why did you decide to have a kid at your ages", you might be thinking? I think we were just bored, which I assure you we are not anymore. <br /> Honestly though, one of the most exciting things at this self-assertive age of three, aside from trying to keep her from accidentally creating a natural disaster unawares or tripping over her own feet because she forgot to put one foot in front of the other is having great, creative Dali-esque conversations with her. Man, I tell you, This is where it's at with my little girl! She is a great conversationalist and is only getting better as the days progress. <br /> The rate at which her comprehension is expanding is surprising. Watching her find the right places to use the words she's learning is really entertaining. She will use new words and phrases almost immediately after picking them up. Just today as she and I were tooling through the grocery store picking up a few things that we needed at the house she was doing her usual zealous interaction with any willing participants at the store except that she was using a phrase out of place. She was waving to people and saying "Hi", and then after they said "Hi" back to her or even before they got that far, she'd say "No thanks, no thanks" in this kind of happy 'go lucky' tone like how you might respond if someone offered you water and you weren't thirsty for any. It was really comical. I wondered, "Why's she saying that"? I never did figure it out, but it was funny to observe and I caught myself giving people this look that suggested a 'shrug' as a kind of like "I don't know" apology. I smirked as I sped my cart off down the lane trying to excuse myself from the scene of a crime of etiquette, except that she kept doing it over and over again at what seemed like every chance she got. I couldn't 'get away' from the embarrassment of it! "Jeez kid", I kept thinking squelching my laughter! "Way to put your dad in a spot", I thought. Oh well..(sigh). I'm getting good at that--the 'Oh well' take on things--and the sigh. Later in the evening her mother was doing some art with Shayla with Shayla's paper and paints. They were creating something together and Shayla would periodically reach in front of and across her mother to get something she wanted and nonchalantly say, "excuse me, coming through"! We thought, "Where's she getting that"? She didn't do it just once, but several times. Huh.? Okay, that must've come from her play date that she had today, we thought. Today was her first day at what looks to be a regular association at an organized daily 'play date' at a community center near our house. Wow, that was quick. Such it is with these young sponges. Such it is.... <br /> There's never a dull moment when you live with one of these little, vibrant, beautifully alive kiddos. It's always been 'monkey see, monkey do', but something has changed.... The monkey is getting sharper. Uh oh.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/monkey-see-monkey-do-monkey-hear-monkey-say">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-3629434591812213074?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-714029380993267982010-03-27T12:42:00.001-07:002010-03-27T12:42:46.175-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ItGmwqgqkegeHeabihwnFcbbjeukvuwhCxjavdkomalktHrmsgHafIaoAvai/IMG_0985.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/ItGmwqgqkegeHeabihwnFcbbjeukvuwhCxjavdkomalktHrmsgHafIaoAvai/IMG_0985.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>Shayla loves people and constantly makes her parents interact with others when we go out. Good going Shayla!!<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-being-her-social-bug-self-at-ruta-maya">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-71402938099326798?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-48126576164853704222010-03-26T19:10:00.001-07:002010-03-26T19:10:52.801-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Thank goodness we live in a day and time where tooth extraction is really no big 'woo'. Of course this particular process is the end of the road for whatever teeth are facing it, but I can't help but be thankful that My extractions are taking place in 2010 and not in, let's say 1894. Yikes! That gives me the 'he-be-gee-bees'. <br /> My mind then runs through the 'shoulda, coulda, woulda' scenario, but there's really no point to that one, except to improve your part going forward. Let's face in, major dental work usually requires taking out a small loan, and after a certain point, whether it's a string of root canals and crowns or fixed bridges is really, mostly mute, except that the latter is still cheaper than the former by a fairly significant margin. It's really quite simple. If you have the money, you do the former, if the particular teeth Can be saved. If you do not, you do the latter, or have implants put in which is a really costly process of $3-4 K per tooth. There are schools of thought in the Natural Health Care Community (such as Dr. Joseph Mercola and others) that posit that if a tooth is 'dead' (like teeth that undergo root canals) that it or they should be removed from the body. They say that bridges are the best route as they also purport that the metal posts needed for 'implants' are not good for the body's electro-magnetic field. I am in agreement with that. It just makes sense to me, and lucky for me I cannot afford those anyway. <br /> I said all this just to say that my 3 extractions are spaced 5 days apart, which I am really thankful for. I have had one already, and the other two will be taking place on the same day 5 days from now. This is most helpful as they are on the opposite side of my mouth as the one that has already happened. This is a matter of eating convenience as to have all three done simultaneously would almost certainly assure the need for an almost liquid diet for about five days straight which I would not be too excited about to say the least, besides the issue of pain management, which happens to be a fairly good sized issue. <br /> Here's to the wonder of modern dentistry and prosthetic medicine. :-)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/the-necessary-action-of-tooth-extraction">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-4812657616485370422?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-89099731322661765472010-03-26T10:27:00.001-07:002010-03-26T10:27:52.463-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/yyddcyosqtypdBGBpxyqfsJlkozzytdJCimyIvkdfcmAyGyJprknkmifdDrh/IMG_0979.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/yyddcyosqtypdBGBpxyqfsJlkozzytdJCimyIvkdfcmAyGyJprknkmifdDrh/IMG_0979.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/lunch-at-pho-saigon">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-8909973132266176547?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-8920436209150048812010-03-24T14:13:00.001-07:002010-03-24T14:13:40.470-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>"Did you wipe?", and "Are you sure that you did?", are questions that I ask everyday of my three year old daughter, and many times a day. I am sure that this is just about the only time that one human being asks this question of another human being. <br /> Finally now, we are at that point where it is fairly safe to send her to the bathroom by herself to pee---Fairly safe, certainly not fool-proof. What can we say? We take joy in the fact that we can send her to do ANYTHING by herself and so we take FULL advantage of this Growing opportunity, however it comes with it's own risks and set of small disasters....like today. <br /> We (Shayla and I) are out on our front porch this afternoon when Shayla informs me, "Daddy, I have to go pee!" while grabbing herself with unabashed force. <br /> "Okay. Well then, go for it", I tell her. "You feel alright with that don't you", I ask? <br /> "Yeah..", she says while running off, because she's waited too long before announcing her need. <br /> "Ok then. Success to you", my words trailing after her. <br /> She then comes back in about 5 minutes with new pants on. "Hhmmm", I think. <br /> "What's up with the new pants? We need to put the others back on Shayla", I say as I get up while I'm speaking, knowing that I need to investigate this little forray into autonomy. <br /> "So, why did you change pants", I say walking down the hall towards the bathroom? <br /> "Because the others are wet", she says. <br /> "Aahh, so you waited too long before giving in to the need to go potty, and you wet yourself", I say after spying her jeans lying on the floor near the base of the adult's toilet. I pick up the pants and see how they are wet down the legs, but then...Hey, that's not all! I realize that I am standing in wetness! I look down and the base of the adult potty is not the only thing that is glistening wet, but I look across to where her trainer potty is sitting against the wall opposite the big potty and then it dawns on me what she has done. She usually hops right up on the big potty to go to the bathroom, but this time she decided to use the trainer potty. Why? Good question. Nostalgia?? I don't know. She is an accomplished 'big potty' user after all. Today however, she decided she would pop a squat on the little trainer potty and then since that potty does not 'flush' she decided that she would empty the 'inner bowl' into the big potty--to show what a big girl she is--and then flush it. Apparently, it mostly went according to plan, except that she spilled about 90% of it on the floor as she was trying to enact this delicate feat of balance and coordination. <br /> 'Daddy to The Rescue'. So I wipe it up as I remind her that she need not be concerned about dumping the little potty into the big potty. "Mommy and daddy will take care of that for you", I tell her, but I know full well that she doesn't want anybody 'taking care of Anything for Her'. She is a Big Girl Now, and don't you know that Daddy!!? "Yes, you are a big girl", daddy is thinking. He's also thinking that this was the harbinger for the question that is begging to be asked, "You're really wanting to go to Goodwill, aren't you Little Potty"? That will take care of that. ;-) 'Multiple Choice' potties.... What was I thinking?I should've gotten hip to this 3 yr. old's conundrum a little while back. Why not make it a little easier on everyone? <br /> Welcome to my world. ;-)<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/did-you-wipe-i-ask-of-my-3-yr-old-daughter-ar">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-892043620915004881?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-63706110058830375982010-03-23T15:41:00.001-07:002010-03-23T15:41:07.719-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/tmcclBAIzJjrBDsIxzhdBkgcylpeHgszxivpuiqippejIgaAfGGorJndomDd/IMG_0970.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/tmcclBAIzJjrBDsIxzhdBkgcylpeHgszxivpuiqippejIgaAfGGorJndomDd/IMG_0970.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/iukejdmhBwxpgtsechrAhxHGdoBbvalAGcjtxBkFcpsfkHGeGAgcepEFEgbo/IMG_0971.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/iukejdmhBwxpgtsechrAhxHGdoBbvalAGcjtxBkFcpsfkHGeGAgcepEFEgbo/IMG_0971.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dtbzjHDFjIqsglqDpwGHdglmsosgAFChjwGhvEzyoGCDDkpwbpEurGuqkhup/IMG_0972.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dtbzjHDFjIqsglqDpwGHdglmsosgAFChjwGhvEzyoGCDDkpwbpEurGuqkhup/IMG_0972.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/kgBkpqlHaHEdFvfsplhqfFjuyCecmDbCzyiFvJFhryqJkHhskzoxglklbCBI/IMG_0973.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/kgBkpqlHaHEdFvfsplhqfFjuyCecmDbCzyiFvJFhryqJkHhskzoxglklbCBI/IMG_0973.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/fEGfxjDiAiBrbfxktFzGBeituzczzvFzkccecgjkgIDrxfDCIkiHnpwveuni/IMG_0974.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/fEGfxjDiAiBrbfxktFzGBeituzczzvFzkccecgjkgIDrxfDCIkiHnpwveuni/IMG_0974.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dABfJckEEzpunpeJBHzqmHvduxGrDskrhrgFCqBshBtIklIpjeEmpzmfkmxx/IMG_0975.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/dABfJckEEzpunpeJBHzqmHvduxGrDskrhrgFCqBshBtIklIpjeEmpzmfkmxx/IMG_0975.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/BGyxyhniIxfHafHvBEimdCFjEJnJsxuxwEnBpfmFGcyGImEEIGEjqxoqChJi/IMG_0976.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/BGyxyhniIxfHafHvBEimdCFjEJnJsxuxwEnBpfmFGcyGImEEIGEjqxoqChJi/IMG_0976.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/CoyvbIlrgsmymtgtaaFoDaisvtHagkyAAEpvbBfsruaiukocDJiEAfuaeEbh/IMG_0977.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/CoyvbIlrgsmymtgtaaFoDaisvtHagkyAAEpvbBfsruaiukocDJiEAfuaeEbh/IMG_0977.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-at-bouldin-creek-cafe-0'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p>Various and sundry snap shots.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-at-bouldin-creek-cafe-0">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6370611005883037598?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-73683739528337132472010-03-23T11:31:00.001-07:002010-03-23T11:31:25.932-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/RA0PD1p6INXJ95qYBiPRVUnYB4qQZfHyjPusV4ObKlbxi1V15I2R27DCTZv7/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/VXrEdvJWxW1m6gjDZgiVG1JyQDh76Ug6x1Z7a3QbDTdDsFjfMGnSaGyYJ11i/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/rhbJfiUB78fK5EXAiBdCInghLGFjT3IxlXp7Q85HbFA2n7w8KI8V3AOX1Uz4/photo_2.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/QDSs5FSlWasl6SLB59kvm5psG7gfsGGRb6FXsNqE1w0hjmaA3AWUNOIJviEn/photo_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/Mo6Ja4RwiwQ4APD4cfeJJTRX10OPOIi3QQlbtiqgttR08X2QE2YUG4nOS3L3/photo_3.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/wveUFORXLdCAhCDxAnsZa10m4einKxi5RXeePGb8Ld4NFkIkLx0XRLwVAwvP/photo_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> <div><a href='http://daddyville.posterous.com/here-daddy-these-flowers-are-for-you'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div><p>Shayla, my 3 yr. old daughter is so sweet in giving me these spring flowers from our backyard. 'Rain Lillies', I think they are called. They came up just within the past few days. <br /> It's funny. She doesn't quite yet get that you can't pick any and all flowers that you want because they're "So Pretty", as she says. When we take walks around the neighborhood I have to stop her from picking freshly planted Spring flowers. We've had the discussion many times about how when we denude baby plants of their flowers that it 'hurts' them and that sometimes they 'die' because of it. We have talked about how the flowers are for enjoying with our eyes only, but I know we are hard pressed to make that stick when she sees me giving flowers to her and mommy at different times throughout the year. What a complex world we live within. ;-) <br /> When we visit our little outdoor restaurants and cafés here in town, Mommy and I have our work cut out for us as we try to keep their newly planted Spring flowerbeds from being ravaged by our sweet child. This provides a little exercise for us as we follow sound our flower-fascinated little girl. Yep, you got the picture. <br /> She now knows not to pick them in the first place, but she still can't help herself and still doesn't understand the fact that shoving them back into the bush you picked them from doesn't quite take care of the problem. It is a little funny, but in the name of keeping the plants alive, not ruining the pricey landscaping, and remaining friends with the business owners we do a delicate little dance, indeed. :-) A humorous little dance, to say the least.</p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/here-daddy-these-flowers-are-for-you">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7368373952833713247?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-61258397722357874112010-03-23T01:52:00.001-07:002010-03-23T01:52:25.027-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>"Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry."-Gabriel Garcia Marquez- Interesting quote. Not sure wht I thnk abt it. #quote <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/nobody-deserves-your-tears-but-whoever-deserv">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6125839772235787411?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-62701053103177862822010-03-20T11:02:00.001-07:002010-03-20T11:02:24.189-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>It's such a pleasure to watch my daughter Shayla (3 yrs. old) make those social connections with other kiddos. Since she's not quite yet in pre-school she really soaks up the experience whenever she's playing with her peers. We are planning on getting her into some sort of Montessori-based (hopefully) pre-school in the Fall, maybe sooner. <br /> Last night we went to a local establishment called Ruta Maya which is primarily a coffee house. They also have music shows at night and on the weekends. The SXSWi Music, Film and Interactive Festival is going on here in Austin, Texas and last night Ruta Maya hosted a Reggae-themed evening. It was fun watching her dance around the dance floor with the three other kids she made friends with. I love these kid friendly environments:; it certainly makes it easier on us parents. We have many of these venues around Austin: it's another in the growing number of reasons why I love living here. She was playing really well with all these kids. They were all playing well with each other: a parents blessing. I did hear her ordering around a few of the other kids a little bit, which made me instinctively reflect on a couple of things: 1. Hhmmm. "Is this her?", or 2. "Did I teach her this? ...maybe?..?". Then I thought, 3. "Is there a way I can curb an ocassionally overbearing nature in my child?", and 4. "Should I try or would that be squashing her individuality?". Hey, I'm not voting for a bossy child, certainly not in my relationship with her, but I also realize that a lot of this may not really be In my Jurisdiction. Haha. Parents, of course, will get the drift in that one. It certainly doesn't take long before you realize that these little spirits come here with their own little plan in-hand. <br /> We all had fun at Ruta last night, and we even made another potential friend contact for Shayla. Yay! Also, she was so well behaved last night, and we told her so and sung her praises several times on the way home.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-the-making-of-friends">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6270105310317786282?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-67283205022463828182010-03-19T19:07:00.001-07:002010-03-19T19:07:29.985-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/xAEvmrtEJlgDhlaaaAEqrtuwxIqagufepvaiurimpzlHDiChnChbiGeDxvIb/IMG_0946.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/xAEvmrtEJlgDhlaaaAEqrtuwxIqagufepvaiurimpzlHDiChnChbiGeDxvIb/IMG_0946.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>We came down here to get out of the house for a bit of social exposure at Ruta Maya. It's social exposure alright! SXSW is going on. We were happy it was Reggae night (tolerable) and not Thrash or Rap night. Haha.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/a-bit-of-family-social-time-at-ruta-maya">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6728320502246382818?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-76319593795048553762010-03-18T07:47:00.001-07:002010-03-18T07:47:53.817-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>@a4agarwal I have to say that I think Posterous PR is healthy & well. Really appriciate u gettin' bk w/ me abt Posterous Featre updt via email. :-) Good prdct/Gr8 people! <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://simplytweet.com">SimplyTweet </a></div><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://twittertwaddle.posterous.com/a4agarwal-i-have-to-say-that-i-think-posterou">Twitter Twaddle</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7631959379504855376?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-24499553224613926632010-03-17T13:56:00.001-07:002010-03-17T13:56:05.458-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'>Shayla just informed her mom and I that the parts of the grapefruit that one does not typically eat are called 'bones'. Pretty much everything else has bones, why not grapefruit? Kiddo perceptions are classic. :-)<p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/vvh21vP3BRREGJCCVOPRfkH7gnQQCJZ5JfOo5pYJavp4TQU3B7uizWgvJizq/photo.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/DnQSfbfPOtkcBsxhBoIhPCJ9Q6Pnd5iDfSzpeGtfbcRu16y3FHEXPGLWIDEU/photo.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/grapefruit-bones">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-2449955322461392663?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-76550633251375763392010-03-17T12:44:00.001-07:002010-03-17T12:44:48.265-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/sCemtIrBCEgDnCHvfErmBGCEcrCwsCsihBfmbAeGeHslecoinmFbdCiBvvjk/IMG_0939.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/sCemtIrBCEgDnCHvfErmBGCEcrCwsCsihBfmbAeGeHslecoinmFbdCiBvvjk/IMG_0939.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>Shayla and I making a quick Bouldin Café stop.<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/blowin-through-bouldin">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-7655063325137576339?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-60662118912587820282010-03-17T11:57:00.001-07:002010-03-17T11:57:52.376-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/noEfEsojgtFhayiGvEutiGdbeHwvxmgfEcGywAHiFnuiskxtlCvrDErpgJvD/IMG_0936.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/daddyville/noEfEsojgtFhayiGvEutiGdbeHwvxmgfEcGywAHiFnuiskxtlCvrDErpgJvD/IMG_0936.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="667"/></a> </p>So. Congress was Crazy Busy this day!! (SXSW, duh. :) )<p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://daddyville.posterous.com/shayla-and-i-at-home-slice-pizza-during-sxsw">daddyville's posterous</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-6066211891258782028?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688606349119764465.post-54758758224035714592010-03-17T09:31:00.001-07:002010-03-17T09:31:52.859-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><div style=""><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" style=""><tr><td valign="top" style="padding-top: 1.5pt; padding-right: 1.5pt; padding-bottom: 1.5pt; padding-left: 1.5pt;"><p /><div><div><div><div><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;">&nbsp;</p></div></div><div><div><div><div><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0"><tr><td valign="top" style="padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in;"><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Love The Irish</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. &nbsp; Looking up to heaven he said, 'Lord take pity on me. &nbsp; If you find me a parking place I will go to&nbsp;Mass&nbsp;every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!'&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>Miraculously, a parking place appeared.</p><p>Paddy looked up again and said, 'Never mind, I found one.'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and asks the first man he meets, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>The man said, 'I do, Father.'</p><p>The priest said, 'Then stand over there against the wall.'</p><p>Then the priest asked the second man, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'</p><p>'Certainly, Father,' the man replied.&nbsp;</p><p>'Then stand over there against the wall,' said the priest.</p><p>Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and asked, 'Do you want to go to heaven?'</p><p>O'Toole said, 'No, I don't Father.'&nbsp;</p><p>The priest said, 'I don't believe this. &nbsp; You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?'</p><p>O'Toole said, 'Oh, when I die , yes. &nbsp; I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Paddy was in&nbsp;&nbsp; New York &nbsp;.</span></b></p><p>He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing. &nbsp; The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, 'Okay, pedestrians.' &nbsp; Then he'd allow the traffic to pass.</p><p>He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.</p><p>After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. &nbsp; He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!'</p><p>'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. &nbsp; 'Where are ye callin' from?'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">An Irish priest is driving down to&nbsp;&nbsp; New York &nbsp;&nbsp;and gets stopped for speeding in&nbsp; Connecticut &nbsp;. &nbsp; The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>He says, 'Sir, have you been drinking?'</p><p>'Just water,' says the priest.</p><p>The trooper says, 'Then why do I smell wine?'</p><p>The priest looks at the bottle and says, 'Good Lord! He's done it again!'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.'&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'</p><p>'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.'</p><p>'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! &nbsp; What did she say?'&nbsp;</p><p>She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Wingdings 2; color: green;">ababab</span></i></b></p><div align="center"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="1" style="border-top-color: yellow; border-right-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: yellow; border-top-width: 3pt; border-right-width: 3pt; border-bottom-width: 3pt; border-left-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial;"><tr><td style=""><div><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: green;">Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. &nbsp; He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.&nbsp;</span></b></p><p>He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. &nbsp; As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. &nbsp; A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.&nbsp;</p><p>Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. &nbsp; He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.</p><p>He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.&nbsp;</p><p>In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.&nbsp;</p><p>She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'</p><p>Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'</p><p>'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.</span></b></p></div></div></td></tr></table></div></td></tr></table><div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;">&nbsp;</p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p /><p /></td></tr></table></div><tr><td style="padding-top: 1.5pt; padding-right: 1.5pt; padding-bottom: 1.5pt; padding-left: 1.5pt;"><table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" style=""><tr><td style="padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in;"></td><td valign="bottom" style="padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in;"></td><td valign="bottom" style="padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in;"></td></tr></table></td></tr></div></div></div></div></div><p /><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black;"></span></p></div></div></div></div><p style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp;</p><p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://cruisingthestratosphere.posterous.com/wishing-you-a-happy-st-patricks-day">Cruising the Stratosphere</a> </p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688606349119764465-5475875822403571459?l=aweefamilyofthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09053085069779594386noreply@blogger.com0