Nora's dad

My baby girl turned 3 yesterday. I feel bad that we weren't there to see her; she's staying with grampsa Mark, who is keeping her while we are here trying to pack up for the move.

I would have figured that by now, I'd be a better father than I am...at least more knowledgeable. But by the time I have one thing figured out with her, she's onto something else...always a step ahead...just enough to keep me uncomfortable, and trying to learn different ways to relate, guide, love, and discipline her.

I think she's turned out all right so far. A little more daredevil in her than I am comfortable with, though. She listens most of the time, and is very sweet and sympathetic. She's not very cuddly...5 seconds on my lap is too much, but if I see her first in the morning, then she is. She's thrilled when I come home from work, but only for a few seconds :)

I might not see her today, either, because we have a lot of moving to do. We're closing on the house this morning, and then the race is on to get everything out, and the place cleaned up by 10:30 tomorrow...or else! Or else, what???

Oh well.

Wish us luck! So little to do and so much time!

Wait a minute, strike that, reverse it.