Daddy in the House!

So I've been taking care of Ivy for two days now while Shawn is at work, and I think I'm getting the hang of it. Shawn has established good routines for Ivy, and I'm doing my best to keep everything moving along smoothly. Not that Ivy and I don't have our own special dad-and-daughter fun.

Every morning at breakfast I read her the autobiography of A. Little Monkey. Ivy especially likes this page:


Why, you might ask? Because later on she gets to re-enact this particular event!


I think she enjoys hanging upside down. . . don't you?


We're doing fine, I think -- if we continue the conceit of the little lamb, I suppose I'm the Papa Ram. But with an active little lamb like Ivy, there's no time to be gathering wool! Ouch, ok, that hurt. I hope I can get into the swing of this blog business; I'm a bit nervous following in Shawn's creative footsteps!

But for now, peace out from Dad and Ives!