Fatherhood

Kia’s gotten pretty good at the belly-blowing and can get some pretty resounding noises, but Arwyn’s still figuring it out.  She’s certainly got the enthusiasm for it and doesn’t seem bothered that she seldom manages to produce any sounds (aside from me saying things like “EUGH!”); she just laughs herself silly after every sliming of my stomach.  How does it feel?  Remember Venkman in Ghostbusters when he says “it slimed me”?  Yeah, THAT’S how it feels.

I’m wearing an unidentifiable black shirt (I know which one it is, but you never will!  And I’ll probably forget in a week or two, anyway.) and one of my standard denim shorts.  Yes, my stomach IS that pasty white, though my arms and legs actually have some colour.  Arwyn has a cute little jumper of varying shades of blue, and a grin from ear to ear.  It’s adorable, trust me.  Why else would I subject myself to this?  … Aside from my possible masochistic tendencies.