Sunday, June 26, 2011


One of the characteristics I hoped and prayed (and, quite frankly, predicted) my daughter would possess is that of compassion for others. Even before I knew I would eventually begin to work therapeutically with the criminal population, and witness the horrors that result from antisocial thinking and behavior, I desired above all that empathy would be an inherent trait in my offspring. It looks as though my prayers were answered; Avey has a soft spot for all creatures both real and fantastic. She is even able to relate with a plethora of nonliving things, such as rocks, clothing, books, clothespins, etc. As Abraham Lincoln said, "If you look for the bad in people, you will surely find it," Avey seems to look for the good in everyone and everything - refusing to believe that there are useless objects, meaningless creatures, or lost souls. She has apparently taken the ideological stance that if it exists there must be something beautiful about it. Observe her philosophy on a creature whom I have a hard time restraining myself from killing:
Notice her choice of words, "I love moths a little bit." Instead of mostly hating them, she has chosen to see the vermin as a proverbial glass half full (or in this case maybe only a few drops full). I'm lucky that she is my daughter - it seems that I still have volumes to learn.

I've been under the weather for about half of the week. Avey, astute as always, caught on to this during dinner one evening and queried, "Are you sick Daddy?" I answered in the affirmative, giving her a pouty lip just to punctuate the circumstance. She considered for a moment, making her diagnosis, and then suggested, "Maybe salt will help!"

Ah yes, even though she was clueless as to how to treat my symptoms, she combined her three years of pre-basic first aid knowledge and came up with the best solution she could. I have to admit though, after laughing for about 3 full minutes I did feel significantly better. In this case certainly, it is the thought that counts.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day '11

Another nice Father's Day this year; got a nap, a nice meal, a few gifts, and a sincere apology from my child. It was pretty funny actually; a couple of days ago Avey and I were home alone, getting ready for bed, and Avey told me in her most apologetic voice, "Daddy, I'm sorry that I'm getting older." I was sincerely touched that she would know and care that I am saddened that she will not always be my "little" girl, but for a moment I was also horrified that I had somehow warped her. I took a moment to have a mini-freak-out imagining that she would be some kind of Peter Pan complex case - still acting like she's 3 at age 15, still sleeping with stuffed animals when she's 20, still demanding that everything in the house be green (her favorite color), and so on. I used the opportunity to explain the terms "mixed feelings," and "bittersweet" to her. She seems like she'll be okay getting older now, but agreed to still live next door to me even after she is a mommy.
In the car yesterday Avey and I were having a conversation, and she was being a little bit argumentative. I asked, challenging, "Do you wanna fight?" She snapped right back, "No Daddy! I do not want a piece of you!"
For some reason idioms are hilarious when toddlers use them. They're even funnier when they use them in slightly wrong ways. This father thing is the best job I've ever had by far!

Sunday, June 12, 2011


I suppose the grass really is always greener on the other side. When we're in the dead of winter I'm ready for summer; and when it's in the upper 80's in June I'm ready for the winter again. Of course, the grass isn't greener in winter. It's actually not green at all, at least 'round these parts.
Anyway, I've decided we really are sissies. Air conditioning hasn't even been around that long in the grand scheme of things, but somehow the human race has survived for thousands of years even when unable to escape temperatures up to and including 89 degrees Fahrenheit. And yet right around 78, my entire body shuts down to the point where I feel utterly incapable of disturbing my catatonic state on the couch to get up and dish a bowl of ice cream. We do have air conditioning here in the house, luckily, or I might have ended up in a coma while writing this. On a completely unrelated note, the forecast in El Paso for this Thursday is 105!

Honestly, I think my lack of energy is more related to my lack of motivation than the heat. We finally got around to looking into housing for our move this week (making sure AC is a feature)!

I'm sorry we have no new pictures or video this week. We've been pretty busy. Just this week Avey's developed interest in dancing and bugs. She woke up one morning and decided that she likes moths and wants to hold one in her hand. So I, being the tender father I am, wounded one, but before finishing him off, let it flutter around in her palm before falling to the floor. Think that'll scar her for life? Anyway, she later had me "catch" a dead one in a jar so she could watch it while she ate. I think that's a little funny, but what scares me is that she knew it was dead, but still wanted it put in the jar anyway.

Random update: Scarver, the guy who killed Jeffery Dahmer, is now housed in the prison where I work. One way to know that you've been working in prison too long is when you kind of want to get the autograph of the guy who killed one of the most infamous serial killers in history.

I think I should compile a post of "things I learned in prison" before we move.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

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Attention-grabbing opening statement, engaging reader. Brief statement foreshadowing humorous and interesting anecdote. Narrative covering history before alluded-to whimsical episode, including word play, self-deprecating humor, reference to pop culture, or otherwise comical element. Build up to jest's zenith with analogous reference to everyday life. Punch line. Insert heartwarming photograph depicting familiar figures in pose/situation which is mildly humorous. Segue into strong family-oriented statements, including bittersweet reflections on the scarcity of time, importance of commonplace events, strength of relational bonds, etc. Drive point home with reassuring statement that cost-benefit ratio of parental obligation is encouraging. Close with final sentence that may leave reader questioning the sincerity of previous statement, but with enough jovial sense that reader ultimately concludes the writer jests. Repeat sequence weekly until death.