Running Low

This is a terrible picture of me. In my defense it was taken, by me, at 2:00 in the morning. Aside from the misguided pleasure of subjecting you all to this monstrosity, there is a story that goes along with this picture.

It was Mustache Day at work this last Wednesday, a day where all the guys grow, or shave as the case may be, ridiculous mustaches just for the fun of it. So this was mine. Most everyone knows that I always have a goatee, I never leave home without it (without one I don't have a chin. It's a definition thing). So Rylee has never really seen Daddy without his goatee. So I shaved the center out for Mustache Day, and the minute Rylee saw it, her response, in a very matter-of-fact way was: "Daddy, you're running out of hair."

Well, after Mel and I managed to collect ourselves, I questioned her on this statement, which she follow up with: "Yeah, your chin is broken."

I love my daughter.

And now, here are some random picture updates of this adorable Call-it-like-she-sees-it girl.

One last story:

I can't show the picture of this one, but it's a great story with which we will embarass the crap out of her when she's a teenager. Rylee's potty training right now, and she's coming along at her own pace. Her new thing to do, is once she finishes her duty, and wipes, she then sticks the wad of toilet paper between her little cheeks and proudly states, "Look, I have a tail!"

Awesome.