Since brother-in-law Pete and I are supposedly "creative types" who live by no clock, and since we are married to brilliant sisters who have a lot of professional demands on their time, us dads spend Fridays with our daughters. This is a new thing in our lives so we're still getting used to it. So far the schedule has been that we keep separately to ourselves in the mornings during which I play around with Elsie and try, usually in vain, to get writing done during her nap. Lunchtime is when the action happens. We get the cousins together for an exciting lunch out on the town. We figure we've somehow earned this luxury and Portland is full of fine establishments willing to put up with the calamity of two rookie fathers taking their infant daughters out for a meal. This Friday we went to Pok Pok and, in what may have now become a tradition, each ordered a beer to celebrate another week completed in our lives.
The girls were well behaved for the most part, though some silverware and a plate did hit the floor. Pete even stealthily changed Ida's diaper while sitting there. In the past we've hit the park for a little dogwalking and swingset action after lunch but it was raining on this day so we just went home. Apparently it rains a lot in Portland. So now it's Sunday and Maggie and her sister have the cousins out walking around the neighborhood. I called over to their house to see if they were there, but Pete answered and he was alone, writing something great I bet, which is what I should have been doing!
