Daddy's Girl?

I love my daugther very much. I play with her every mintue I'm home, I let her eat sweets when her Mami isn't around, I carry her on my shoulders, and in general am a pretty good playmate. But as much as I would love to say that Aeva has become a Daddy's Girl.... well, I will let you see the evidence for yourself.



Aeva is definitely a challanging little girl. She is a lot of fun but also a lot of work. Lately, we have been working on the concept of sharing, which frankley isn't going so well. She has learned how to say "shay" and participate on the receiving end but isn't fond of reciprocating.

Sporting Clays

This week we have seen some of the first fruits of a long awaited Spring, with sunny days and warm temps that irresistibly draw you out of your winter den. Likewise, I called my Dad early in the week and told him it was time to pull out the shotguns and head to the range. Evil company corrupts good habbits, of course, and I think we may have made a new disciple from our friend Toni, who will likely also soon have a shotgun of his own.

My skeet shooting skills are frankly embarrassing, so this time we decided to shoot sporting clays, too. That's basically a walking course through a scenic area, with traps placed at strategic and random positions. You determine when the clay is launched, but you never know exactly in what direction, how far, how how fast, or from which launcher it will come. Ideally, I think it simulates a hunting experience. Talk about addicting!