Wednesday, May 06, 2009

letter to trinity: 46 months

Dear Trinity,

Swearing. That seems to be as good a place as any to get started. Sheezite. You overhead someone saying a similar sounding word in the recent past, and while you didn't quite get the word right, you clearly got its context and application. So now when something doesn't go your way, you make a show of irritation and use your new word in very inventive and adult-sounding utterances. Its really funny.

This past month saw Easter come and go. While we are not at all religious people and are doing our level best to encourage critical thinking in you, we are still exposing you to the secular side of the traditional holidays. I don't want to head into a discussion about imaginary friends here, or your Mom's insistence that we also encourage their belief, as that is quite at odds with the aforementioned critical thinking. But I will say that watching you tear around the house looking for easter eggs is a joy all on its own.

Things have been otherwise fairly quiet around here lately. Your mom and I have been debating the fine points of junior kindergarten and which public school we are going to sign you up for. More on that next month.

Not to much else to say princess. Just waiting for the weather to finally change. I am looking forward to doing some fun things with you this summer. Hopefully take you back to the zoo, teach you to ride a bike, take you canoeing, maybe even camping. Though I am going to have to work on that last one: I might not be the most outdoorsy dude in the world, but your Mom makes me look like a seasoned woodsman.

Love you,

Daddy