Hi, it's me again, Kyle St.Clair.
Can you believe it's been about a month since I last gave you all a peek into my life? I've been really busy. That's because I'm Daddy's right hand man. He and I, we're stuck like glue. There's not a whole lot we don't do together. You'll see....
I know most people think Daddies are supposed to help babies. But, I'd like to think that I help Daddy just as much as he helps me.
To start off with, Daddy needs a lot of help waking up in the mornings. I consider it my job to help him do that. Really, all it takes is me throwing my "cute" into high gear and he's up lick-ity split. Like this:
Then I help Daddy eat his breakfast. I can't believe how long he waits to eat between dinner and breakfast. That's just unheard of from my side of the crib. I prefer a bed time snack and then my breakfast around 6AM. Daddy tells me I'm a milkaholic. Well anyways, here I am helping Daddy eat. He's a little neater than I am, and he seems to not have any problems with what Mom calls "spitting up." That's not what I call it; more like "ouch" and "yuck." I know it annoys Mom but I really can't help it. Oh bother, I'm on a rabbit trail now. Back to the matter at hand.....
Occasionally we go to the pool after breakfast. Sometimes I have to help Daddy swim and other times we just hang out by the side of the Daddy pool. I just know he'd be in big trouble if I wasn't right there with him so, I don't venture away from him at all. See, he doesn't even need his floaties when he's with me:
A lot of the time Daddy has to work. That's no fun. I miss him while he's gone all day. He misses me, too; I know he does because he tells me so. Sometimes Mommy takes me to visit Daddy at work. If Daddy is working in the dining room, I help him wipe the tables and clean up after messy people.
When Daddy gets home from work he is usually very tired. I help him relax.
Here I am at Daddy's softball game. I like helping him by cheering him on.
Watching the news is a family event. I prefer to sit with Dad and give my commentary. We usually agree, although sometimes he has to spend a little time thinking through my bright ideas before he catches on.
On Sundays we go to church. Daddy and I get all dressed up and we sing songs and then I help him fall asleep. Oh wait, it's just me who falls asleep. Well anyways, for now, Mommy and Daddy are happy when I sleep through church; that way I don't make a peep. By the time we get home, I'm very hungry. I don't know why Mommy made us stop and take a picture last Sunday but, she did and here it is:
Helping Daddy so much wears me out.
You're a great Dad. I'm glad I can help you so much. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.