No humor here

I have a secret pleasure -- reading blogs by stay-at-home dads. I don't read very many blogs by moms, unless they knit, in which case they are really knitting blogs.I find the daddy blogs are funny in a way that the mommy blogs often are not. Maybe this is a daddy perspective. I know that this is not a funny blog, for example. I expect the only readers are the grandparents, so I'm not really trying to be funny so much as sharing the wonderness that is being missed. And the funniest stories I can relate about Arabella happened to Michael, and since he gives me a hard time about telling "everyone" the tail story, I figure he might snap if I posted it publicly on the internet. It's really funny, but he finds it embarrassing.

I have a funny child, but it doesn't always translate well to story telling. Two nights ago she took the plastic slinky and wrapped it around my neck and called it a "zingy" necklace. When we visted the decorative arts area of the art museum a few weeks ago, Arabella walked over to a 4 1/2 foot tall ceramic vase with a lizard fighting an octopus, and proclaimed it was "just like mommy". I know she is making a comparison to my ceramics. A very nice comparison, since I don't think I have made anything as nice as that gargantuan vase. This morning she was pretending to coat her cheerios with butter and cream cheese, one at a time, before eating them. She has a weird attachment to yellow school buses.

If I think of anything funny, I will post it.