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After I picked up Lily, I told her we were going to the store. I asked her “what do you want to buy at the store?” Her list:

Milk
shuuce (juice)
omeal (oatmeal)
kern (corn)
heam (cream for her botttom)
hicken-yummy hicken (chicken, yummy chicken)
eggs
cookies

I asked her if there was anything else. After a long pause, she said “Toys, daddy!… too.. Toys!

We got dishwahser soap instead of the cookies and toys.

Thanks Aunt Krystyna!

At home. Lily is down for a nap. Made a few calls to some friends and have been watching college football. It’s funny how much I hated all thing college football while in school, but find myself getting into it quite a bit more each season since I’ve been out of school. Maybe it’s part of getting older and being male; drinking beer, watching football, and growing a gut.

Zac had some friends over last night for his birthday, so Lily went with Grandma while I enjoyed good beer from a keg under a clear sky in 40 degree temperature. That’s what Fall is supposed to be all about. Cool, crisp nights, enjoyable afternoons, beer, sausage, the smell of leaves burning, apple cider, pumpkins, football, buying Halloween candy for the Trick-or-Treaters and eating it all yourself. Autumn is, by far, my favorite season for all of these reasons and then some.

Amanda’s been out of town again this week.. part business, part pleasure. Lily and I have been surviving on ketchup and crackers. Lily is so awesome. Yesterday, before ‘ran-ma’ came to pick her up, I was packing her overnight bag and she was helping throw everything she could find in the bag…

Lily: 1 baby - 2 babies. 1 blankek (blanket), 2 blankeks
ME: no, lily, we only need one blanket.
Lily: TWO BLANKEKS! [stomps feet] Lilys Blankek [points]- Babies Blankek!! [points to other blanket]
ME: ok, fine.. 2 blankets.

Then she packed my keys, said “bye bye” and started for the door. I took the keys out and told her ‘no - the keys stay here with daddy’ “yeaaaaahhhh… daddys keys.” I put them up on the table. About 45 minutes after they left, I couldn’t find my keys. I call ‘ran-ma’ I hear her jingle something over the phone and ask lily “Lily, what are these?” [dead silence] Then I hear lily respond in the background - “Daddy’s keys [another long pause] uuuuhhhhh-ooooohhhhhh!”

You know your 2-year old doesn’t feel well when she points to her bedroom and tells you nearly 2 hours before her regular naptime, “daddy, Nap - please”