This picture of Mallory...

reminds me of the movie "Multiplicity" when they make a clone of a clone.  "I like....pizzeh".  "The names Mike, Ok Steve".  If you haven't seen the movie...well I can't help you.

Oh the Places You Will Go...

This really has nothing to do with the famed Dr. Seuss rhyme however it seems appropriate.  This isn't a new or even a particularly original thought but as I sang Justin Bieber's "Baby" with Madison in the car, at dinner, on the drive home, as a lullaby, I realized how much parenthood will change you.  I'm a man (not like this however). I love football, soccer, action movies, crude humor about farm animals and Lindsay Lohan and the occasional chest bump while double-fisting  a mug of Gusiness Stout and a bottle of hot sauce.  I don't cry at movies, I don't worry about my makeup running or my pantyhose ripping like the other half of the gene pool.  I'm a guy and at 29 years of age, I still think I'm pretty manly.  However, when it comes to my kids, I'll have tea parties, get excited when the Disney Princesses on Ice come to town, and I'll give it my damndest to try and make Madisons hair look pretty (which admittedly I'm pretty bad at and not the good, wow you did a really good job of blending a mohawk and french braid kind of bad but the please don't ever try and do this again because our daughter looks like a combination of Don King and Donald Trump kind of bad).  My daughters make me mushy and I'm ok with that.

I'm not sure what its like to have a son but I'm guessing if that day comes, all I have to do is channel my 1990 self and enjoy having fake lightsaber fights, building forts and practicing my Ric Flair figure-leg lock on an unsuspecting son of mine.  

Being a dad (especially to girls) changes us and whether fatherhood softens us guys or just brings out the inner Little Orphan Annie I'm not sure, but I do know that the change is good.