The kids and I made our way to Andrew Hayden Park today for Canada Day Eve and a little crowdless carnivaling.
Love those kids.
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I just had a beautiful moment with my daughter as we watched the wind blow the helicopter seeds from the large maple tree behind our house.
It was dusk and the light was bright enough to illuminate the thousands of tiny seeds as they slowing resisted, but eventually succumbed to the ground, twisting their way towards the possibility of new growth.
Her eyes bright, she paused as she wandered back to bed and said with a gleaming smile, "So tomorrow we can pick them up in our hands and throw them into the sky? Oh that will be so much fun. Good night daddy... Oh one last thing..." Then a gentle kiss on the cheek and the quiet tap tap tap as she skipped back to bed.
I love her.
I took my family to see "Horton Hears a Who". It was really good, and refreshing to have a cartoon (like all my favourite Pixar movies) that don't pander to the adults with weighty inside jokes (see Shark Tale). I was hoping they would slip in an amphiboly during the dialogue that would go something like this.
But alas they did not. And $75 dollars and a good movie later, I'm reminded of why I loved going to movies as a kid and why I crave the sparkle in eyes of my children when they walk into the theatre and drink in the sights and sounds.
"Good Morning, Morton", said Horton the Elephant.
"Good Morning, Horton" said Morton the Mouse.
"What do you have there Morton?" said Horton using his long trunk to point to a small clover in Morton's hand.
"It's a Who." said Morton.
"Can I have it?" asked Horton.
"Sure" said Morton.
"Thanks." said Horton.
"Horton, here's a Who" said Morton passing the clover to Horton.
I love my family. I love my kids. I want to be a better Dad.
I don't remember much of growing up; pieces here and there. I want my kids to have strong, positive memories of their childhoods. But sometimes the difficult moments cloud the memory of the years.
I'll check out http://www.dadsanddaughters.org/ when I can.
I don't remember much of growing up; pieces here and there. I want my kids to have strong, positive memories of their childhoods. But sometimes the difficult moments cloud the memory of the years.
I'll check out http://www.dadsanddaughters.org/ when I can.
She looks like an angel. She walks like an angel. She must be an angel.
