Walking With Hazel: Emergent Princess-ness.

So, today started out with the Little Miss's mom asking if I knew how to make braids; when I said no, she replied, "Oh. Um. You might be in trouble." 

So, Dad's in the market for a new skill set.

Anyway: first we went grocery shopping. Which is always awesome, because it means that we get to choose lots of awesome food to eat, and sometimes we get treats because Dad is a big softie, which is why we have cashews, watermelon chunks, pineapple chunks AND cookies for later.

Then we went and got comics, and Dad got the next issue of S.H.I.E.L.D. by Jonathan Hickman which is insanely good, and Hazel got a few issues of Looney Toon Adventures, because she couldn't decide on just one, and yes, Dad is still what we like to refer as an Easy Mark.

Then we came home, and chopped up the watermelon and pineapple, and then Hazel helped Dad put away the dishes from the dishwasher, and then we got to make silly noises with balloons, and then we played in the new Spaceship Fort that we made a few days ago.

That's right: you SHOULD be jealous.

Then the Little Miss asked Dad if she could break the spaceship. Sigh.

Then we watched Yo Gabba Gabba, which meant we did a lot of marching around the living room, until Hazel decided that we shouldn't march any more, and banished Dad to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Dad poked his head to see if she wanted any more watermelon, and the it turned out that the Little Miss was trying to put Dad's deodorant on her lips like it was lipstick.

Lemme tell ya, Dad has no idea how to handle THAT one.

Then we had visitors! First, Bryn came over and had coffee with Dad while Hazel got to eat chicken noodle soup minus the chicken and the soup and the vegetables, and then later on Christina and Pete and Eislynn dropped by to say hi (and to also pick up Eislynn's water bottle because the three of them are MOVING TO B.C. ON MONDAY DON'T TELL SHH!) and we ended up using the pieces of the spaceship in order to build an igloo! 

Which will probably be torn down tomorrow so that Hazel can use the pieces to pretend that Dad's laying purple eggs. Don't ask, he doesn't get it either.

Then it was bedtime, which was filled with many important questions like "Can I bring my telephone to bed?" and "Do you have boogers in your nose?" and "Will you wear my princess shoes?" and "I'm huuuuuuung-ry." which isn't really a question but is usually uttered at bedtime all the time and would probably have more sway over Dad if the Little Miss hadn't just spent the last few hours eating half a watermelon, two jam sandwiches, all the noodles in the world, a banana, a snack bar, some popcorn, and an entire apple sliced up into pieces. So, no, Little Miss, you're not hungry, you're stalling and it's time for bed.

Which obviously makes me the worst Dad in the world. But she's asleep now, and tomorrow morning she gets eggs and pancakes and probably a couple bowls of cereal, so shut it.

And then Dad realized that he hadn't written one of these things in a while, which meant that everyone missed out on the trip to Vancouver and the Little Miss taking her pants off at the airport and running down the aisle laughing and the various Christmas parties and all the amazing but LOUD toys she got for Christmas and New Year's Day Fort Building and a whole buncha other stuff, so he figured he might as well get on it and say: Happy New Year from Dad and the Little Miss.

Now Dad's gonna go watch hockey and eat popcorn, cuz he's got free cable.