Lilah Rose

Well Lilah, today marks the first, of what is sure to be many, “wait until your father gets home” incidents.  Upon coming home I found you and mommy in the kitchen and before I could say hi and give you a hug and kiss your mom asked you to “show daddy what you have done”.

So you walked me into our living room to point out the ink scribbles all over the upholstry on the chaise lounge which was only recently assembled and made available for use.  You were so sad and cute in telling me about what you had done and how you understood it to be wrong that it was very tough for me to play my role of the upset father, and I was only able to pull it off for just a few minutes before I gave in and we got out a book to read.

Just so you know your mother was, as yet, unable to get the ink out of the upholstery, and you were denied all forms of marking tools for a awhile, not to mention the fact that you were sent to your room (another first) to think about what you had done, not allowed to come out until said father got home.