Posts Tagged ‘Hannah’

Oh those questions!

Sunday, January 10th, 2010
question mark ?
Creative Commons License photo credit: Leo Reynolds

So there we are (myself and the two older girls) in the car driving to the dump of all places when Hannah (4) blurts out “I don’t think I want to have any babies, Daddy.”

Woah. What? My mind suddenly filled with scenarios of jealosy and resentment towards the twins, etc. I quickly replied “Oh yeah, honey? How come?”

Her answer was very matter-of-fact: “I don’t want a big cut on my belly.”

Whew! Is that all? That’s nothing! Now, I should have had my guard up as soon as we got anywhere near birth, but I was so sure of my answer that I plowed ahead. I dove in without checking for depth.

Confidently, I assured Hannah that not all babies require “cuts” to be born, and that, in fact, both her and Bella had been born without any cuts required!

Great, right? No, you see it, don’t you… her next question.

“Well, then, how did I get out of Mommy’s tummy?”

Panic. I blurted out the only answer that came to mind – it’s served me so well in the past: “You’ll have to ask Mommy when we get home.”

The Punchline

Knowing the conversation on this topic was decidedly over, Hannah turned to Isabella and concluded: “I must have made my own hole.”

I’m a horrible father.

Friday, October 13th, 2006

Not only am I out of town for my daughter’s first birthday, but Auntie Sue beat me to an online birthday wish!!

So better late than never,

Hannah Birthday

Hannah is HOW old?!?

Wednesday, October 11th, 2006

According to a silly little script I wrote while Min was still pregnant, as of right now, Hannah is this old:

31393925 seconds
523232.083333 minutes
8720.53472222 hours
363.355613426 days
51.9079447751 weeks
11.9787564866 months
0.998229707214 years
0 years, 11 months, 4 weeks, 1 days, 16 hours, 32 minutes, 4 seconds

A Classic H. Photo

Wednesday, October 4th, 2006

Gord’s comment on my previous post prompted me to poke around his photos… I came across this beaut that I had completely forgotten about.

Messy Face

I don’t remember what we ate that meal – but is was orange, and H. loved it!