My Sandbox

Sophia’s six months old today.  Big milestone for her, but she’s ambivalent.

“I don’t know, Dad,” she said.  “I think of where I was three months ago, and, well, I thought I’d be somewhere else today.  I thought I’d be crawling.  I was so innocent back then.  Ah…if I knew then what I know now.  But that’s the price of living, right?  I guess I’m just having a 1/150th-life crisis.”

I’m worried she’s going to start hitting the bottle.

Pics are tough to come by, because the girl has eczema, and we’re quite vain of her and only want to show perfect pictures.

Oh, and this is a personal message for people who talk to my wife while she’s out with Sophia:

Yes, we know.  No, we didn’t set her face on fire.  Yes, we’ve tried that.  Yes, we’ve tried that too.  She’ll be fine.  No, really, she’ll be fine.  Thank you.  Get lost.