Fatherhood

When little weeds are sprouting from my lawn, the parent weeds tell them “you’re growing like the human girls who live in this house!”  Okay, so it doesn’t work as well that way around, but they’re probably jealous of how fast the kids are growing.  They keep getting taller and it’s going to get hard to fit us all into these panels.  Kia’s growing a little faster right now, but Arwyn’s tracking almost identical to where Kia was two years prior, so she’s certainly keeping up.  I swear, they get taller than me and I’ll be having them give ME piggy-back rides!

I’m wearing my old “Define Interesting” shirt (you know… “oh God, oh God, we’re all going to die”) which has been worn to work fairly regularly as of late, and Stacy’s shirt says “Although the voices aren’t real, they have some pretty good ideas.”  The girls’ shirts are a matched set (and they love that) which say “Sister-saurus Squad” and have a couple of brachiosaurus’ framed by a rainbow.   Happy little dinosaurs, as Bob Ross might’ve said.