You Wear It Well

Video, August 15th
Click here to check out a video of Nina being her usual awesome. Note that at the beginning I tell her to “turn that around” and she immediately spins in a circle, as if I am the caller at a square dance or something. She even folds her hand behind her back, how proper! Note the fantastic camera work there at the end; that ain’t easy.

Dialogue, August 15th

Ian: “Compaaaaare for blast off. ”
Me: “You mean ‘prepare.’ Compare is to observe something’s similarities or differences. Prepare is like getting ready to do something.”
Ian: “I meant ‘get ready for blast off…’ I knew what to say but I didn’t say it when i said that.” (Waits a beat… then completely ignores what both of us have said.) “Compaaaaare for blast off!”

Me: “alright hot shot!” (to the racy vehicle in front of my car that was choosing to ignore a green light.)
Ian attempting to mimic me in the backseat: “alright hopscotch!”

Ian, after falling in the toy store parking lot, where we purchased a toy boat:“I’m excited for my new toy i’m not excited for my knee.”

Ian, providing voices for his characters: “Get on the boat get on the boat!!”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Ian: “I’m just talking for these guys dad I’m not talking to you.”

Me: “Where’d you put that extra pair of underwear?”
Ian: “I threw them. I threw them at the fire thing but I didn’t throw them in there. You picked them up after that unfortunately.” (He meant fireplace.)

Ian, singing a song fully written by himself: “Lifeguard savers on the boat” (repeat x45)

August 18th, I was doing dishes while Nina finished up eating. Went over to see how she was doing. And this is what greeted me. See this image larger.

She looks like she lost a food fight. See this image larger.

August 20th, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen somebody look so cute while thinly covered in spaghetti sauce. See this image larger.

The same day, Ian looks cute and not too messy, but I’m guessing he now has some spaghetti sauce in his ears. See this image larger.

Apparently I make some pretty mean faces at Ian sometimes. He returns the favor now-a-days and tells me it is because I do so. It makes me feel bad, but honestly the length of the list of “you can’ts” as a father is daunting. See this image larger.