Chloe Marie

My daughter turned two in August. She is at a brilliant stage, that is everything she does amazes Christina and I.

We were sitting at the dinner table, and I decided to try and book a weekend day away in Vancouver. She asked what I was doing, and when I told her, she replied "Oh, nice!" Such enthusiasm. Such innocence.

I delight in watching her. It is amazing being a dad, and what I learn from the world through the eyes of a two year old. She is playful, curious, determined, caring, sensitive, stubborn, and loving. Like her mom. Like me. Like us. We love being parents.

She dances. Every morning she will eat her breakfast, and then usually wait a half an hour before asking for "music" or "dance". We turn on a CD or the stereo, and she mimics moves she has seen by the cheerleaders, and makes up some of her own. She is thrilled by her own creativity, and fearless in attempting new physical feats. She climbs in her dances, and bounces and jumps off the couches and chairs. Our desire for her safety conflicts with our desire for her courage and physical developments- and the primary caring parent determines which wins (Christina leans more towards safety).

She has recently found that mom and dad put stuff in their hair (Christina mouse and I use a gel) and so any bottle she gets her hands on becomes hair cream. This has been frustrating, yet funny at the same time- because she is so proud of her new hairdos (or hair don'ts!).

I will try to keep up with Chloe's new adventures...