Unwanted Guest

"This lion in my playpen - he is not funny. I will not smile for him."

Champagne Dreams

This weekend was Mommy and Daddy's six-year anniversary! We celebrated by having a nice lunch at one of our favorite restaurants downtown which has the distinction of having our favorite view in the city. Just like Paris, but without all the sophistication.

You fell asleep as we were arriving so we knew we had a limited time frame to work with. In order for us to enjoy ourselves (us enjoying ourselves at a restaurant = Lily sleeping), we knew our waiter would have to be deft and swift.

So, 16 minutes and 42 seconds later we were, at last, greeted unceremoniously by our unapologetic waiter who was pluckily sporting a duck tail hairdo. When we first walked into the restaurant, and before we waited 16 minutes and 42 second for him to bring us water, Mommy and Daddy discussed how Awesome! it was that the duck tail hairstyle of our youth had, apparently, been brought back from the dead. Novelty haircuts lose their novelty after, well, exactly 16 minutes and 42 seconds. Just for the record, Daddy only sported that do for one year.

Luckily for our waiter's tip, our fears were unfounded as you ended up sleeping through the whole meal. We took a nice walk around the park a few times and headed home for dessert.

To celebrate the occasion of your birth, Daddy bought a nice bottle of Dom Perignon champagne in April. Yeah, the fancy stuff.

We decided we'd crack it open on our anniversary and crack it open we did. Coincidentally, this particular bottle was bottled in 1999, the year Mommy and Daddy started dating. Aww! It was worth every penny.

This is you when I told you how much the bottle cost. Your college fund was depleted significantly.

Thank you, Lily, for making this the best anniversary we've had! We love you. You are our greatest accomplishment.

Love,

Dad

Must.Watch.Soccer.

So, we're on the couch and Mommy is trying to have a conservation with you. Politely, you oblige her. Then when I'm flipping channels, I turn it to the soccer network which, by now, you know to be a common occurrence when Mommy isn't looking - or even when she is. I have no shame.

Soccer on TV has a very distinct sound which you have learned very quickly. Upon hearing the din of the crowd, you shamelessly broke your gaze with Mommy's eyes, whipped your head around, and with laser beam focus darted your eyes toward the TV to see who was playing. Just like Daddy.

Love,

Dad

Off To School

Have a good day!!