Car Wash

Last saturday Aubrey took a few minutes to wash her car. She took the job very seriously.

Imagination

I don't know why I was surprised to realize that Aubrey is capable of understanding what "imaginary" is...but I was.

Aubrey hates guitar picks. Why? Who knows. If I play with my fingers...no problem. If I strum with a pick she screams "pick" and runs and takes it from me and won't let me play the guitar with it. It's now a game, but in the beginning she really did seem mad at the pick.

So I got a cool little early birthday present for myself off Ebay. It's a Yamaha EZEG electronic learning guitar. I thought it would be fun to play with it and let Aubrey bang on it. It has buttons on the frets and fake plastic strings on the body. The other day I was strumming away, not using a pick, but holding my fingers like I was. Aubrey screams "pick" and runs up to grab it. I explained that there's no pick and that I was playing with an imaginary pick. So she takes the guitar from me, holds her fingers like she's holding a pick, and proceeds to strum away. She even went off to show Tracy her "imini pick", which consists of her thumb and index finger in a pinch position. Her pick is pink, by the way. Or so she says.

When mommy's away....

Mommy was gone for the night having a nice get-a-way at a hotel. So Aubrey and I stayed up a little late and played with the flashlight. Yes, it does look like the Blair Witch Project.

Beauty

An interesting man once wrote: "Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty." This is chopped out of the prelude to A Picture Of Dorian Gray, which I've been reading lately. The rest is quite useless (which sentiment he would approve of).

I think I bounce between the two sides. Sometimes I see meaning in beauty and seek to wrest it to fit my wants and ideals and expectations.

Other times, I look at my wife and young daughter, who are "beauty" to me, and see only beauty.

Tinkles

Aubrey used her little potty for the first time over the weekend. Twice! The first time scared her a bit because Tracy and I started screaming like loons. But the second, the next day, was better.
So, now she just starts using the potty all the time and will be in panties in about 1 month...right?

Belly

Someone asked me to post a picture of my belly, so here we are at the Arbo this weekend. I am 25 weeks and counting.