Fatherhood

My hands can get pretty cold, especially my right when I’m on the computer a lot (the curse of the mouse hand!), but the girls’ hands are frickin’ ICE.  Probably wouldn’t even show up on thermal scans.  I blame it on their love of Elsa, but it’s definitely their greatest weapon in a tickle/wrestling match.  Stacy can tell when they succeed in getting a hand on my bare back or belly because the scream is decidedly unmanly, but completely justified.  I might as well lay down in snow without a shirt.  Yeesh.

I’m wearing my Stan Lee tribute sweatshirt and a t-shirt that I’m really trying to keep tucked in.  Kia’s got a plaid dress (she likes them – must be the blood of Canadian lumberjack ancestors calling out to her).  Arwyn’s shirt says “Moon Beam Dreams” and features a little celestial artwork there.  Both of them NEED to be wearing gloves or something, but they’re not.