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As you well know I’m the proud daddy of a marvelous 7 month old and a snarky, too smart for her own good 14 year old. The 7 month old is beautiful, far prettier than an ogre like me should be capable of having any genetic link too and if I did I’d expect it to be spread out over millennia. She has huge blue eyes, lots of dark hair and the most amazing toothless smile and she’s almost always happy.

The 14 year old is beautiful with big blue eyes and darkish hair and is moody, smart, and hysterically funny. She is my partner in crime. She’s the one that when I’m looking for an excuse to act like a lu lu and drive hot wife mad is always there to help. I’ll have to explain the lisp game at some point .

There are two moments in my life that stand out above all others and one happened on November 2^nd 2002 and the other happened this morning.

On 11/02/02 I was married to hot wife and became the 14 year olds (then just 7) parental unit. Up until that day I’d always been refered to by this blonde wonder child as Tim and I was comfortable with that. But at the reception right after the wedding I was headed somewhere and behind me I heard this little voice say “dad”. I wish at this point I could say that hearing the word I spun around and swept this blonde vision of loveliness up and had a hallmark moment but as per the usual with my life it didn’t happen that way.

I kept walking. In my own defense I’d never heard that particular word from that particular beautiful little blonde head before so it just flat didn’t register. Then it happened again. “Dad”. Slowly the booze addled brain cells started to do the math.

“Hey that sounds like Kayla” said the one brain cell.

“Nah, couldn’t be. She calls us Tim” said my other brain cell.

“Damn it just turn around… but be cool just in case”

Well it was my little blonde that was calling me Dad, and by far one of the happiest days of my life.

Then this morning happened. My 7 month old’s first word was “Hi”. Not dada, not Momma it was “Hi”. This, for those who know me and or Hot Wife makes sense. The fact that my little bundle of joy ‘s first word was the most common conversation starter since the beginning of time makes perfect sense. For those of you less familiar with hot wife and I we’re people people. We will start conversations with anyone and become fast friends in a matter of a football game or while waiting on a plane. We love to talk and chat and get inside other people heads.

But this morning I woke to *laughter* blah blah blah dada dada dada *laughter* I’m pretty sure she knew it was my morning to get up with her and thought it was funny she was getting me up 2 hours early. So I stumbled to her crib and was greeted with a toothless smile and “Hi”