WARNING: Content may be construed as daddy-blogging. Enjoy or avoid as your preference may be.
This is our kid. She's about 2 1/2 years old now. She's like a little person now. I mean, she was a little person the whole time, but when they're like 6 months old they're basically just a blob you put food into and remove waste from the outside of, and now she is starting to get independent and talks in roughly complete sentences and has LOTS OF OPINIONS ABOUT THINGS. Maybe they will interest you. Maybe they won't. The Wife is out of town for a while here and I'm putting these here for her benefit just as much as yours.
"This tastes like orange" (eating an orange)
"This tastes like a pouch" (eating a pouch)
(After hearing what we're having for dinner) "Oh, that sounds really delicious"
"I want juice and milk in the same cup." (Ew, no.)
On Familial Relationships
(Apropos of nothing, to me) "I'm your daughter."
"Mama's a big daughter"
(To every other guy boarding the N Judah) "That's not my dada."
(One guy said "No it is not," with a sense of relief? Or something?)
(After I tickled her) "You need to calm down." (Pause) "We both need to calm down."
Her: "Shit. Shit. Shit."
Me: "What are you saying?"
Her: "Shit. Shit. Shit the odor."
Me: (lightbulb going off) "Shrek? Shrek the ogre?"
Her: "Yes. Shit the odor."
While driving the car
"I'm looking for a parking spot."
Obviously a San Franciscan.
As I alluded to on Twitter, the experience of solo parenting (day 5 of 10 today, yay) has imbued in me a newfound respect for single parents. We're very lucky because she's a pretty easygoing kid and is usually great to be around, but still, sometimes you just want to hand them off and be like "Here, you deal with this for a while" and having someone else around makes that possible most of the time. So hats off, single parents.