Growing Pains

Edan and I have been mildly at odds this past week. We've both felt crappy-ish most afternoons, and she's either growing, or trying to move up a weight class in some toddler fight club she's keeping secret from her parents -- so who knows whether she's really pissed, or just reacting to all the growth hormones running rampant in her brain.

Subsequently, I've been working a little harder than normal to make sure daddy time kicks as much ass as usual.

And after the zoo, an afternoon of Edan-induced, aimless roughhousing, innumerable games of Candyland, plus a trip to see some very enthusiastic recent drama school graduates perform Suessical: The Musical, I've learned the following:

No matter how immeasurably joyous the preceding two or three hours have been, when asked, Edan responds like she's been caught in a rouse -- as if she's somehow been duped into having a good time by her father, the momentarily entertaining ne'er do well.

I'm sure it's temporary, but still, I'm looking at photos this afternoon, reminding myself it's only a phase.