Supermodel...

Dear Nicky,

There was no Stones this morning, since we had evals on Tuesday. It was nice not to have to rush and battle the traffic out there. I was going to go to this fathers' thing they were doing tonight, but I changed my mind because it didn't sound like they had any sort of agenda, and I think it may have been more for the dads that don't show up on a regular basis with their kids at Stones. So I decided to stay home, feed you, have some pizza, and watch Survivor and CSI.

Today was an overall very good day, even though the weather was bleak and dreary. I gave you a bath, which, sorry, is not as fun for either one of us as it is when Mom's around, but what the heck, you needed one, and it's not like it was a terrible experience. We went out for a while, and to the post office to mail some photos of you to a Toys R Us talent search. They're looking for "differently enabled" kids to be in one of their catalogs. You are so darn cute we know they're going to pick you. The only reason I can think for them not to pick you is that they might think you look too good to have anything wrong with you. And they'd be right. There is nothing wrong with you. You're just right the way you are.

Love,
Dad