Wednesday, December 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 29 months

Dear Trinity,

It's been a big month for the family. We finally moved into our new house a few weeks ago, after what seemed an interminable wait. I love your grandparents a lot, but living with anyone who isn't your immediate family for any length of time can be hard even under the best of circumstances. They were gracious and generous, but not having your own space can always cause friction. And I am sure that your Dad was no picnic for them either.

You love the new place, and that has made your Mom and I a little less anxious. With moving you from the only place you've ever lived into your grandparents, then into another place again, we were worried you wouldn't take well to it. But we forgot what a trooper you are. You love your new room, you moved from a crib to a bed in one night, and you pretty much want to spend all of your time in your room, playing with newly rediscovered toys. Maybe the fact that you have a room again is part of it.

One of the benefits (and downfalls) of living up north is all the snow up here. You love it, and you love getting either pulled on your sled in the snow, or pulling it along yourself. Shovelling it and driving in it are different matters, but so long as you're happy, who am I to complain?

Another christmas is coming soon, and you are totally jazzed about that. There are some things that I am not a big fan of with the holiday, but I don't want to ruin the fun that goes along with knowing that some things aren't what you think they are. You'll find that out all on your own, over and over, without my help. You helped your Mom and I decorate the tree and that was a lot of fun. You went right for the Darth Vader ornament, so its not all bad at all.

We got a surprise visit from your Aunt and cousin last week and you had a great time of it. You got to visit and play with your cousin who you hadn't seen since the early part of the summer. She is just over a year old, and cries a lot, and its almost funny how we all forgot how things were with you at that age. Almost. Of course, you have your own idiosyncrasies at this age; throwing things, screaming, tantrums being the most fun on the list. But its so different when its
someone else's child doing anything negative, even if its my sisters. I love my little niece to bits though, and I do hope that you and her get to be close as you are growing up. Of course, the next time they come up, they could leave the nasty cold that they gave all of us at home.

I can't wait until the next time I have a chunk of time off from work again so we can spend more time together. I envy your Mom a fair bit these days, as she gets to hang out in our new place with you all the time. But even though I have to work a lot of the time, its totally worth it. I get to make sure that my two favourite people are happy. And that's pretty much all that matters.



Monday, November 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 28 months

Dear Trinity,

Another month, another month that we are still homeless. Even you are getting anxious to get into your own space. Every time we go over to the house you tear down the hall to go check out what (if anything) might have changed in your room and you throw a fit when it is time to leave. And not just any fit. The kind of fit that you lately only reserve for the real freakouts, like when we go shopping and it looks like you aren't going to be getting a treat. Or when we drive past (and do not stop at) a McDonald's. Or when it is time to leave the park.

Man, can you yell. I don't raise my voice very often; I have been always been more the whiny, moody angry type. And your Mom is more of the quiet grudgy angry variety. So we don't know where the screaming comes from. Personally I think it comes from watching your Grandpa in action, because that guy can yell and slam doors with the best of them. Maybe not the finest example of things you're learning while living with your Grandparents, but there it is.

But its not all unfinished houses and door slamming. You have been really fun to hang out with lately. The different facets of your burgeoning new personality come out more and more all the time. For example, seemingly out of nowhere you have decided to proclaim yourself your Uncle's personal champion. He is still banged up pretty bad, the worst of it being his leg slowly healing up, and you have decided to take it on yourself to defend him from any perceived wrongdoing, even from your Mom and I. If someone sits on his couch, even if he isn't coming back for awhile, you pull them out of it. If someone moves his glass, even to refill it, they get a 'That's Uncle Dave's!' for their trouble. It is really funny to watch.

This month has seen the introduction of my two so far favourite phrases from you. The first, 'I love you so much' melts me about as fast as an ice cube might when tossed into the sun. You usually accompany this gem with a huge hug, some kisses, and a nosy thrown in for measure. A nosy being rubbing our noses together and saying 'Nosy, nosy, nosy'. And you do this on your own, without provocation, when you feel the need to communicate how you feel about us. Its awesome.

The other new favourite phrase is this: 'You wanna watch Spaceballs dad?' Inexplicably, this movie fascinates you. It does happen to be one of my all time favourites, and I count among my skills the ability to quote any line from any scene from memory. But I haven't pushed this on you one bit. I think the only time I have ever watched it with you at all was one time waaaaaay back during the first few weeks after you were born and you hadn't yet started sleeping through the night. And that couldn't have been less than 2 years ago. Maybe its the image of Dark Helmet that gets you so. It is pretty funny. Either way, you love this movie, and because of that aforementioned skill about knowing every scene in the movie, I can skip past the parts I deem inappropriate and you and I can watch a good father-daughter movie together. And eat popcorn, let's not forget that part.

Another thing that you are getting into, and this can only be attributed to my interest in comics, is superheroes. You love going through the issues that I am okay with you tearing to shreds and you can name most of the DC Universe now. How many other 2 year olds can do that? The only complaint I would have is that I am now noticing how male centered the superhero genre is. I have tried to find you some girl superhero pjs or play costumes, and its almost impossible. I finally settled on a pair of Spider-Man pjs, and have just taken to calling you Spidey or Spider-Girl, which you love.

Our major highlight from this past month was definitely taking you out for your first Halloween. That was so much fun for everyone. You had a few different outfits to choose from, and you ended up settling on a lion. So cute. And safe? I can’t imagine a safer why to spend Halloween than having your Mom and Dad drive you to every house (you went to 4 total), walk you up to the door and then drive you to the next one. You said Trick or Treat at each stop and you also thanked the candy givers each time.

Next year, I think we might try out one of those mall things, where we sign you up and you go around to the participating retailers to get your goodies. Still as safe, not quite as much fun, but you’re certain to get a ridiculous amount of candy in the process. And that is likely to matter more as the years go by.

I think next year I am going to dress up too. No point in you having all the fun. Maybe we can go as some kind of father daughter team. Although now that I think of it, none really come to mind. Well, I have a year to think about it.

Talk to you next month.



Saturday, October 06, 2007

letter to trinity: 27 months

Dear Trinity,

This month sees the start of the first of 2 additional months that we are still going to be living with your grandparents. The date for our house to be finished was pushed back til mid November, and so we are all one big happy family for a little while longer. Although to be honest, I can't wait to see you running around in your new house. Everytime we visit, you want to visit your new room, and you know where it is, even though the inside of the house is little more than framed.

From your point of view, I don't see how you could be much happier. You get to have lots of different people in and out of the house all the time, so there's always new faces to see and new people to play with and test your boundaries on.

Your favourite song lately is 1234, by Feist. Along with the rest of the world, you discovered it on the latest iPod commercial and asked for it often enough that I both downloaded for you to rock out to in the car and everywhere else, and I added the video to my youtube favourites so you can watch it whenever you ask. Which is a lot.

This month marks the first time that you and your Mom collaboratively ganged up together to make fun of me. Apparently at 3 am when you are usually sleeping in between us (because who wants to sleep in a crib anyway?) you like to thrash and kick and be fairly belligerent about the whole thing. And apparently when that happens, in my sleep I say things like 'Oh, man' and 'I'm trying to sleep!'. And now you and your Mom harangue me every chance you get about it. It is very funny the way you try to do my voice and drag out the 'ohhhhhh, maaaaaan's. I don't think I sound like that, but its still hilarious.

You finger paint now!

What else can I say about that? You finger paint! And you actually seem to be pretty good at it. Your level of concentration alone is worth the price of admission.

This month also marks the last time I will be working days for awhile. I have been getting into the habits involved in working regular days and being off in the evenings and on weekends. We have dinner together, we do the bath, we read a book, you go to bed. It doesn't work that regularly very often, but it was a brief period of normalcy for us, and I was kind of getting used to it.

One of those things we would work into that routine was a read of your currently favourite book, one I picked up for you that retells the story of Star Wars from the perspective of R2D2. You call it the D2 book and you ask for it pretty much everytime. I love that you are into the things that I like, even when I don't push them on you.



Saturday, September 08, 2007

letter to trinity: 26 months

Dear Trinity,

Weird month to talk about this time around. Weird because between spending time at the hospital with your Uncle Dave and starting my new job I really haven't seen you that much.

Your uncle got into a really bad motorbike accident three weeks back, and we've been up to see him at the hospital every day. Sometime we bring you with us, sometimes not. You have been having a real hard time on the times we do bring you along. It turns out that you are not so big on seeing loved ones in pain, on medication, looking distressed. You are getting more comfortable with the whole thing, I suppose because we are taking it more in stride than you are, but that in itself isn't necessarily a good thing. I think more people should feel empathy the way you do.

What's new with you this month?

You continue to love living up north. We moved up here with the intention of you being able to be closer to your grandparents, and you have decided to jump all over the whole thing. Your Grandma has taken you into town shopping (just the two of you!) a few times now and your Mom and I have only had mild anxiety attacks, so we're clearly doing much better with the trust issues.

You have already made more friends up here in one month than you had living down south for the last 2 years. You have playdates each week, and are really seeming to socialize well with the many different new faces.

People are amazed by how well you convey your thoughts; how large your vocabulary is, how long some of your sentences are. From my end, I am just delighted that you and I can carry on conversations back and forth now. Lately you ask me about the world and I do my best to answer as well as I can, knowing full well that you are drinking in my responses like a hungry sponge. I may not give the right or best possible answers, but they are usually the best answers I have handy.

You are getting really good at communicating your feelings as well. When I do see you during the week when I come home from work, you throw your arms around me and tell me that you love me soooooo much. I fall apart every single time. I plan on saving those moments for some undetermined point in the future when you care a little less for me but still feel the need to let me know. I'd like to think it won't happen, but I don't want to be too naive about things.

One thing that I have decided to implement, once a week, is some scheduled Daddy/Trinity time. Last week you and I went out together for the afternoon, went out for lunch, did a little shopping. It was so much fun, and I realized that I need to be very careful not to miss out on the opportunities to bond with you that come up. I don't stay home with you all the time, and I realyl want to build a relaionship with you that is strong and enduring, and that won't happen without my effort. So I have decided that we are going to have at least one afternoon like that a month, and I'm going to shoot for once a week. I am really looking forward to it.

I hope to get to spend more time with you this month than last.



Wednesday, August 08, 2007

letter to trinity: 25 months

Dear Trinity,

It's been a big month for our family. We packed up our house, said goodbye to Southern Ontario, and moved the gang back up to where the air is cleaner and the Tim Horton's aren't everywhere just yet.

Our lives are in a particular state or limbo right now. I have yet to start my new position at work, the house we're having built hasn't been started yet, the majority of our belongings are being stored in a family member's ice shacks, and we are living with your Mom's parents. Things have been more stable for us at other points of our lives. But who wants stability anyway, right?

You have been a real trooper throughout the move though. You seemingly couldn't care less about leaving our house behind and moving in with your Grandma and Grandpa. You love living at their place on the lake; so much so in fact that I am more than a little concerned that the next move may not go quite so smoothly. But we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.

You finally received the book I had made for you composed of the first 2 years of these letters I have been writing you. Instead of destroying the thing as I had anticipated, you took one quick glance at it, gave it a 'Meh', and moved right on to something else. I was able to hide my disappointment. But not by much.

We've had a few firsts, your Mom and I. As ridiculous as it is to say this, your Mom and I had our first real date in over two years this past month. One of the really lousy things about living down south is that we had no one close at hand to look after you so your Mom and I could spend some time together. We went to a Police concert while your Grandma stayed at our house with you for the evening. Turns out we still really like each other, so that was fun to find out.

You have been really fun this past month, especially since getting up at your Grandparents' place. You love to swim and play on the beach. You're not a huge fan of wearing the life jacket, but once you've had it on for a few minutes, you get over it. Maybe we're too over protective, but being so near the water with you has put me within only a hair's breadth of having a panic attack at any given moment. The life jacket helps, but only a little.

You have really cultivated a great laugh in the last few weeks. You still have your characteristic chuckle, but now when you find something really funny, you let out this awesome belly laugh. And even if the reason for your laugh wouldn't otherwise be funny to me (say for example, you just dumped a bowl of cheerios on the floor) I can't help but laugh along with you when I hear you go. You particularly found my dressing up as a pirate amusing. Every time I'd give you a 'Yarr!' you'd be in hysterics. I can only hope that I continue to amuse you for a long time to come.

Hmm, what else? We have been trying to take full advantage of this summer's corn crop by getting fresh corn every other night for dinner, and in so doing we have discovered one of your all time favourite foods. You go nuts for the stuff. Its really funny to watch you go to town on it.

Its a weird time for us all Trin; I don't know that I used to care much about feeling disconnected from normalcy before you came along (in fact I have always prided myself on NOT being normal), but now that you're the driving force of our lives, I find I am really looking forward to getting into our new place, being amongst our own things, getting a routine again. Yikes I think I just realized that 32 is a lot older than I thought it was. Well, at least you know what your old man was doing when he really felt his age for the first time.

But old or not, I wouldn't change one single event in my life, good or bad, because the myriad paths my life has taken has led me to moments like this, with you playing peekaboo with me from within your sleeping bag:

I love you,


Sunday, July 08, 2007

letter to trinity: 2 years

Dear Trinity,

Well, two whole years with you has come and gone.

Its been quite the ride so far. Now, normally I extoll all of the good things about having you with us, and I'll be doing a bunch of that in a moment, but because of the lack of sleep I'm going on right now, I've decided that I don't want you to think that its all one big party. So I'll try to include the odd note about what new method you've devised of keeping us up at night, or a story about a recent tantrum, if for nothing else than juxtaposition to all the fun you enrich our lives with.

You had a really fun time at your second birthday party. We were still living in Southern Ontario at the time (still are as of this moment in fact), but we had your party at your Grandparents place up north. As is typical for a party at that location, pretty much everyone there was drinking and making a more adult party of things. But it was a lot of fun. You got so many presents that even you were overwhelmed opening them, and you got very quiet (and seemingly frightened) when the whole posse of forty or so people regaled you with a Happy Birthday song.

But you're a trooper so after only a few seconds of shock, you blew out your candles and ripped into one awesome cake.

Some of your favourites out of the many, many presents that you received this year are your Darth Tater, your Baby Elmo, and your Dora sleeping bag. I am still awating the arrival of the one birthday present that your Mom doesn't yet know about, even though its going on a week late now. I had the first 2 years worth of letters that I have written here for you made into a book, and I have hopes that it might survive long enough to see the next 2 year volume. I kind of expect it not to last much past the first day with you, but we'll see how it goes.

You really are becoming such a smart, polite little girl. You recently picked up the please and thankyou's and because you get off on us lavishing praise on you, you tend to say them as often as you can. Especially when you're having one of those afforementioned tantrums, in the hopes that the please will win the day. As in you belting out at the top of your lungs 'PLEASE can I have that toy/read one more story/have some ice cream?!?' whilst writhing on the floor and flailing your arms. It never works, but you have yet to discover that fact for yourself.

One of the more cuter of your recent catchprases is 'take a little drive?'. Its a question you put to us usually after taking a long-to-longish drive already and are approaching or are back in the driveway. It hasn't gotten old yet, because you hardly ever get upset about that one, and when you ask its usually in a sad 'why can't I' kind of voice. Unfortunately for your Mom and I, that one usually works every single time. We expect you to pick up on that one any day now.

You do love to be out and about these days. You like to make friends wherever you go, and you don't seem to be bound by whether those friends are people, animals, or mannequins. I like that you don't discriminate. I also expect a big cheque from Old Navy for the cuteness factor of my daughter holding hands with one of their mannequins.

You love being outside too, either running around in the back yard, walking the dog (albeit a little slower than our Husky might like), playing at the park, or riding in your Grandpa's boat. That last one you really like.

You have grown and changed so fast over these last two years that even though I am constantly trying to keep myself aware of each moment, I can feel each one sliding by at light speed with little for me to do but document them here in the hopes that you will someday appreciate how loved you are. I hope that I am fortunate enough to be able to continue to be with you, and subsequently, to write these letters to you for at least another 2 wonderful years.

I love you,


Tuesday, June 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 23 months

Dear Trinity,

Wow, what a month this has been. This month, your Mom and I were beginning to think that our little family unit had outgrown our house and started to look around local neighborhoods for some bigger digs. It was during this search that I turned to your Mom and asked why we looking in this area at all, and why we weren't planning a move to our old home town, where we have always planned to get back to someday.

So we switched gears and began the process of thinking about moving back to Northern Ontario. I asked for a transfer at my job. I got one. We listed our house, thinking it would take a long time to sell. It didn't. It was sold for more than we'd asked in less than 24 hours. We met with a builder up north to find out whether we could get something built within the next year. We'll be living in our new house this October. Crazy.

As I sit in the backyard of our current home now, and reflect on what new has taken place with you specifically over the last month, I find it impossible not to reflect on the last 2 years, as your 2nd birthday is now only a few weeks away.

You spent a lot of time up north with your mom and grandparents this past month, while we were pursuing the aforementioned move. You got to swim in the lake again, and play on the beach. You have become really excellent at shovelling and flinging sand. One could even say that it is your thing.

While up north you got to play a lot, and it turns out that you are a big fan of dandelions. You'll pick a bunch and give them to whoever is handy. Your Mom, Aunt Beck, Grandma, me. Its touching when you do it, because its a way for you to feel like you're doing something nice for one of the many people you love so much.

Your Mom also took you to Dairy Queen for the first time. I am so glad that she had the presence of mind to take a picture for me. Looks like you had a good time.

And in a move that I couldn't be happier about, it seems that you might, at least partially, be taking after the old man. I introduced you to (the kid-friendly parts of) YouTube this month, and every single time I open my laptop, you demand that we watch 'The Princess and the Elephant' starring Elmo. Most times I acquiesce. When I don't you sometimes take matters into your own hands.

Two new things that you have taken a recent likely to are bathwater and ketchup, both of which we find both hilarious and baffling. The ketchup does not necessarily need to be on anything; if we put a big old plate of the stuff in front of you, you'll tuck into it like we've just served you the best thing ever. The bathwater stems directly from us telling you not to drink it, and our protestations only cause you to guzzle the stuff faster.

As we did a few times last summer, we took you to the drive-in last week. Brought your Elmo chair and everything. You had so much fun. The only real problem was when it came time to leave, you couldn't get why we wouldn't just start Shrek 3 over again. So there were some obligatory tears. But you get over things like that pretty quick.

Hmm, what else? Just today I built you a cottage. Built is probably a strong word. I put a plastic prefab play sized cottage together for you today. That's probably closer to the truth. But it is awesome. You picked it out a few weeks ago and today your Mom and I picked it up and I set it up for you. I hope that watching you hollering out the windows never gets old, because its really funny to watch.

I'm not sure what else there is to tell you. We're not sure where we'll be having your birthday, because we don't really know where we'll be, or what city we'll be living in. Its kind of fun to live with uncertainty, though I don't highly recommend it for extended periods of time. I am really looking forward to your birthday though. I have something special in mind wherever we happen to be.

Cya next month.



By the way, in case Future You ever wonders what you might have looked like when you had to get up at 5:30 am and drive Daddy to work, wonder no longer:

Sunday, May 06, 2007

letter to trinity: 22 months

Dear Trinity,

Once again I am writing you a letter while you are visiting your grandparents with your Mommy. I'm starting to think that at some point it might be prudent to just move the whole team up there and start saving on all those travel costs.

I miss you and your Mom a lot, but we figured that since I am in a part of my current schedule at work where I'm either at the office or sleeping, it was a good time for your Mom to take you to see your grandparents.

This past month has seen the last dregs of cold weather swept away and replaced with the kind of warm spring that we spend every winter waiting expectantly for. And we have been taking advantage of it. We have been spending plenty of time outdoors, with you on your big wheel, taking you to the park, just going for walks. It's been really nice, and it bodes well for the coming summer.

Now that we can start making plans for the summer, I am looking forward to picnics, trips to the beach (but we'll skip the swim in the polluted Great Lake), and playing in our soon-to-be-redone backyard. We're hoping to get you a little playground with a swing and a slide once we redo the lawn back there.

One of the fun things that we did with you this past month was introduce you to the traditional Easter Egg Hunt. Yeah, your Mom and I are atheists, but that isn't stopping us from having fun with all of the holidays we can throw at you. You loved the Easter Egg Hunt, but not nearly as much as you loved eating the chocolate that you found was inside them.

This last pic is one I had your Mom take of you as I was driving you both to your Mom's friend Joanne's place before she was to bring you up to your Grandparents place. I have been looking at it every few minutes since.

Can't wait to see you again.

Love Daddy

Thursday, April 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 21 months

Dear Trinity,

This past month with you has been busier than most lately, largely because your Mom and I didn't think we had been exposing you to enough different things. So we took you on as many different adventures as we could think of.

First, we took you to a local Sugar Shack, where they tap and make Maple Syrup, among other things. You tried your first taffy on snow. And you absolutely loved it. The folk singers and the maple woodcut branding you could clearly do without, but you and the taffy got along just fine.

We took you to your first waterpark and that went over better than I could have imagined. If we had the money, we would right now be installing a waterslide at home. You spent the whole time there either running through the kid's pool or laughing your way down the slide. It was a lot of fun for all of us.

We went on a few road trips this month too. We visited your Aunt Becky at her place in London. I don't know what she'll be doing with her life by the time you're old enough to read this, but as of right now she's finishing her massage therapy training. And just in case you're wondering, the free massages have been very few and far between indeed. We also managed to visit my Mom on the same trip. And since that visit wasn't a long one, it was manageable.

And not all of our visiting this month was done at other people's houses. My Dad came to visit us and so did your Mom's parents. Whew. I think the next time we see so many people in one month I'll just tell you who didn't squeak in a visit. Suffice it to say that not one of our visitors wanted to see me or your Mom. You are a very loved little girl.

I ended up getting some pretty good news related to my job this month. I got a better contract at my tech support job, and subsequently I went on an online shopping binge. Your new Super Pal Spider Man doll was just one of the fruits of that labour.

Hearing you sing 'Spidey-Man' is awesome, and totally worth it, but I'll try to keep my spending to a minimum next month so we can continue to afford the other stuff like food, diapers, clothes.

Love Daddy

Sunday, March 04, 2007

letter to trinity: 20 months

Dear Trinity,

In only four months you are going to be 2 years old already. Even though I am constantly struggling to be in the moment with you as much of the time as I can, I still cannot believe how fast you are growing up. When I wonder if it will always be like this, with the months and years sliding by at breakneck speed while I helplessly try to hang on to each moment with you I seriously have a hard time keeping from crying. Sometimes I win that battle, sometimes I don't. I honestly don't understand how people with their kids growing up around them manage to go through life without completely falling apart all the time. Maybe it gets easier?

This past month has scene a quantum leap in your vocabulary. Before now, you could string 2 or even three words together, mostly at random, and you would often imitate the words you heard coming from the people around you. Now, you are using short sentences, knowing the meaning of the content, and every word or phrase that you hear from us you parrot right back at us. My days of swearing are no longer numbered: They are over, unless I want you cussing like a tank-driver.

You have learned to sing a new song this month. 'Twinkle, Twinkle' sounds better coming from you than I've ever heard it, even if we sing the majority and you fill in the gaps we leave for you. And you are so proud of yourself when we finish singing a song or dancing a dance. You love being validated by us, and truth be told, its one of the highlights of my life too.

I took the opportunity to teach you a few gems this month that your Mom is pretty exasperated about. One of them is how to do a Silly Walk, after we watched an old Monty Python sketch about a guy applying for a permit for his ridiculous walk from The Ministry of Silly Walks. Really funny bit, by the way. In the skit, the applicant gets turned down, but I think yours would get approved right away.

You are getting to be quite the artist as well, pulling your Mom or I (or anyone else handy for that matter) down on the floor to colour with you. Colouring usually means you directing us to colour your favourite Sesame Street pal in between nibbles of red -violet.

We took you to see the indoor exhibit at The Butterfly Conservatory this past month, and as good a time as can be had in 40 degrees C and 100% humidity was had by all. You delighted to see the Butterflies flit about, but I think you might have been more interested in the other animals there, going so far as to point out and name the turtles for us. Watching you giggle as you tried to reach out and touch the butterflies as they flew by us was the highlight of that day.

And in spite of my prediction last month that February would be an exclusively indoor month we did manage to get you outside a few times, when it wasn't so cold. We got more than enough snow to make up for the poor showing that this winter had given Southern Ontario to this point. So even though your Mom and I experienced sore muscles and a strong desire to move to warmer climates from all the shovelling we had to do, we also got to help you build your first snowman. That made it all worth it.

One last thing before I go. In case you didn't know, or I have changed my interests by the time you can understand this, your Daddy is a bit of a comics geek. In particular my favourite superhero has always been Superman (followed closely by Green Lantern, Spiderman, etc, but they're not important to this story). Your Mom got me a pair of Superman PJs for christmas this year and because you are familiar with the character from seeing my Superman comics and movies lying around the house, as well as your favourite Dora episode starring 'Supermap', you were already familiar with the character. So the first time I put on my PJs and walked into the room wearing them, your eyes lit up and you yelled 'SuperDad'. And upon seeing how pleased I was with your new name for me, you decided that it is the thing to say whenever you see me wearing them.

Superdad. What else is there to say?

See you next month,

Love Daddy

Monday, February 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 19 months old

Dear Trinity,

Today I look through the window at the cold winter inches away from me and all I can think is that I am grateful for our nice warm house. Its too bad that its not a little warmer out these days, because we have gotten dumped with so much more snow than we're used to in the last few weeks. Its just been too cold to have you out to play in it.

But that hasn't stopped you from wanting to wear your snowpants around the house all day, every day. And when we try to convince you that maybe it'd be better if you'd take the snowpants off, well let's just say that you let us know what a bad idea you think that is. Very vocally. No problem with your voice whatsoever.

It's been a pretty uneventful month around our house. I went away for 4 days to Las Vegas for a technology convention, and other than costing us money we really didn't have, it taught me that I never, ever want to go away without you and your Mom with me. I spent any free moments I had on the trip wishing you guys could have been there. Not necessarily in Vegas, you understand. Just away from the house on vacation together.

We've had a few things break on us this month, probably as a test the universe decided to throw at me for being such an anti-handyman. First our microwave and then our furnace. The replacement microwave had to be put together a bit before being installed and you were good enough to help me out in that department. By the time we were finished you knew words like screw and drill and were more than happy to tell me to do either as I grunted the thing into place and finally got it working. It kept my mind off the idea that I was going to hit a wire and short out the whole house.

You got to enjoy your first bonafide night of drinking and the corresponding hangover this month. I went out with a friend while you and Mommy kept my friend's girlfriend company, and on the way home I decided I needed a drunken fast food fix. You obligingly woke up the second we walked into the house and proceeded to scarf half of my cheeseburger and fries and stayed up with me until 2 am. And then first thing in the morning, you saw me in my sorry condition and rather than give me a hard time about it, you climbed onto the couch with me and hung out until I felt better. Good times.

You continue to vex your Mommy and me with your inability to sleep in your crib for any length of time. You flat out refuse to go to sleep in it, so we continue to wait until you're asleep, and then sneak you into your crib. And the instant you wake up, its back in our bed for the rest of the night. So to save our sanity and hopefully restore some semblance of normalcy your Mom and I are flirting with the idea of graduating you to a toddler bed. The problem is that your Mom and I are debating the bed to get you. I want a pink rocket ship, your Mom wants either a princess bed or a racecar. Either way it'll have to be big enough to fit at least one of us in it, because I don't see you giving up sleeping with us so easily. We'll see how that goes.

Over the next month I am expecting it to be mostly about being indoors with few outings, because its supposed to stay cold for quite some time, but I'm sure we'll find some fun things to keep winter at bay.

See you next month,

Love Daddy

Friday, January 05, 2007

letter to trinity: 18 months old

Dear Trinity,

Your second christmas just passed, though this was the first year you had any idea what was going on. You really picked up on the whole thing; catching on to the idea of Santa, opening presents, knowing that all of the presents weren't solely for you, and happily handing over those to other people, albeit with the caveat that you help open them.

You got to spend this christmas at home, and besides being a big deal because you were involved, this year also marked the very first year that your Mom and I were actually at home for the holidays. Since we moved to Southern Ontario, every year has seen us dragging all of our presents, the dog, and a week or so's worth of clothes to stay with your Grandparents. Now finally, that treat is behind us. Don't get me wrong: I love your Mom's family. A lot. They have been infinitely more accepting and supportive of me than my own family ever was. (And that by the way, is the reason why you don't see my side of the family very much, in a nutshell.) But, the thing with being home is that I got away from enjoying the holidays because it involved travelling in bad weather, and not getting to relax at home.

And besides, we still went up to see them after christmas for the usual shenanigans.

So 18 months. I know how repetitive and cliched this sounds, but I really can't believe that you've been around for a year and a half. I so vividly remember the anticipation your Mom and I had while we waited for you to join us in our lives together. Its one of the very few instances that the real thing is actually so much better than you thought it would be. Most things go the other way every time, just so you know.

You have changed in this past month more than I've noticed in others I think. Your vocabulary is getting ridiculously large. We're hearing you string two word sentences together pretty easily now, and it is always a lot of fun to hear you making the connections that go along with different things. "Maya, cookie!" and "Mommy, up!" are two of my favourites lately.

You have also developed quite a taste for music now, particularly the kind that you make yourself. I think we may have a future drummer on our hands. I suppose there are worse things.

Another recent thing of yours is your decision to help out with the household chores. You have watched your Mom vaccuum so many, many times in your short life, that when someone got you a toy vaccuum for xmas, you knew exactly what to do with it and promptly started trying to clean under the closest chair.

You got spoiled rotten at christmas by the way. Not just by us, but by your Aunt Lisa, your Mommy's friend Joanne, your Aunt Beck and Uncle Dave, all your Grandparents. We could seriously upgrade to a bigger house just to properly accomodate all of the new toys in our lives. But you love playing with your stuff, so that's fun.

Here's a fun new thing you've discovered, one which I should make a huge deal out of, maybe along the lines of Columbus discovering America or something: TANTRUMS.

Yup, you've discovered them, and wow, do you go to town whilst having them. It seems that when you're asked to do something you don't like, or equally, are not given something you want immediatly, you opt now to flex your spine back like a cliff diver and scream at the top of your lungs. Which is staggeringly loud for one so very small. I haven't figured out the best way to deal with these, so I'm going with the time-honoured 'let it pass' philosophy, assuming that once you've cried yourself out about it, you might be more inclined to have another go. Reading this, you're probably old enough to have your therapist blame exactly that parental decision on any number of things that happened later in your life. Feel free to send me the bill.

You are one of the few Canadians that can say that they have seen snow this year. It snowed a little bit while you were up north with your grandparents. You were totally transfixed by it, and it was kind of too bad that it melted away by the next morning. Hopefully you'll get to see more sometime this winter so we can go out and redo my childhood make snowmen together.

One last fun thing: I am going away for my very first vacation away from you and your Mom next week. I expect you to know this by the time you can read this, (indeed, I kind of think you know already) but your Dad is a big geek. Plays with videogames, gadgets, computers. I am getting the chance to go to a big Expo for people like me this year in Las Vegas. But don't worry if you're upset that I'll be missing for a few days; I plan on stopping in at the Star Trek Gift Shop and I'll be sure to bring something back for you to wear that you will certainly hate me later for.