Fatherhood

I swear, she has a sixth sense that lets her know when we’re starting to drift off.  She gets it from her mother, who, likewise, has the innate ability to ask me to go get something for her the instant I’ve sat down (she’s usually breast-feeding or otherwise immobile when she does this, of course).  It’s probably just a side-effect of the brat genetics, which are prevalent throughout her family.  Mine?  Nah, we’re totally reserved and not generally prone to causing that kind of trouble and, hell, I can’t even type that with a straight face.  Yeah, Kia’s going to be a whole bundle of trouble.  ;P

I’m wearing one of my older long sleeves with a sort of Chinese-style dragon on it (with an orb of blue magic) and Stacy’s wearing one of those purple plaid shirts.  She loves her plaid.  🙂  Kia’s showing off one of her very few pink outfits, bought for the simple fact that it’s got a cat on her butt.  All babies look cute with cats on their butts, which means Kia is even cuterer!