My daughter, the Artist

So last night, Stacey and i were watching Miami Ink on TLC. We enjoy the artwork, the people are great, and it's always interesting.

Naturally, Olivia has seen much of the show too. So, in the middle of the show, Liv came over to the couch where i was sitting, my are resting on... well.. the armrest (how clever of me!!!). this put my forearm right at Liv's eye level.

She got some of her pencils and crayons, and decided she was going to 'tattoo' me. she made me roll up my sleeve and everything, as she colored it in.

What really made it noteworthy was that at one point, she went and got a piece of paper (an envelope, i belive) and used it as a 'transfer', just like the artists on the show do.

Maybe when she grows up, she can give me a real tatt!!!

apologies to anyone with delicate sensitivites

so the other day, i was in my kitchen. Stacey and Liv were just outside the door, in the family room, out of sight.

now, i had to... well... pass gas REALLY badly. i had hoped to be able to sneak it out, but this was not meant to be. i let out a long, LOUD, obnoxious sound.

my wife, ever the tactful one, yells in from the other room "WHAT was THAT noise??!?!!?". i think she thought i had just launched myself into orbit.

ala Rodney Dangerfield in "CaddyShack", i replied "Somebody must have stepped on a duck!".

my darling daughter, in all innocence, says "Where is the duck? Can i see the duck?". i, while trying not to laugh, said "He must have flown away".

for the rest of the day, Liv kept asking about the mysterious duck that was in our kitchen that afternoon.