Thursday, June 18, 2009

Father / Daughter Day: A Brief Diary

With mommy and baby Wyatt resting up, Daddy is hijacking this blog one more time.

Muwahaha!




Today started out like any other, but soon morphed into the most awesome father / daughter day this forsaken world has ever seen. Hyperbole, you ask? Au contraire, mi amigos. And by that, I mean mixing French and Spanish phrases makes me happy... and poor Grandma Janet sad. Heh heh.



To cut to the chase: Daddy and Amelia left the house this morning, shortly after a nutritious breakfast of dried cereal, milk, and a few sips of mommy’s ‘cawffee.’ With our destination set southward, we revved up the Hemi and left mommy, Grandma Janet and baby Wyatt in our exhaust-fueled dust. Upon reaching Huntington State Beach, we stumbled upon a rare site in these parts… three empty parking stalls adjacent to daddy’s oldest and most cherished surf spot! What fortune!



Our strength being newly restored by this small victory, we gathered our various and sundry beach necessities, and began our long and arduous trek over the vast, and seemingly endless sand fields of Huntington. Our wills would not be stirred by the simmering granules being trod beneath our unclad feet.

Upon reaching the beach, our hearts were warmed as we discovered some finely-groomed southwest swells breaking a safe distance from our proposed frolicking grounds near shore. Amelia immediately tasked herself with unburdening her daddy’s numerous provisions, which had been laid-up in store for such an occasion, and began employing her sand tools with nimble efficiency.



Over the next few hours, we commenced with the scaling of several behemoth shorebreakers, using only our Kobe-esque jumping skills; designed, built and destroyed vast networks of sandcastle cities; rode the skateboard up and down the boardwalk; and tailgated in the back of the Hemi whilst dining uponst tasty “O’Donald’s” dollar menu burgers. What could be better than that, you ask? I simply answer: “Nadda. Zip. Zero. Zilch.”



(That little spec about halfway between the end of the pier and the lifeguard tower is Amelia)



At the end of the day, we were two tuckered and sunburned kiddos. And by “two,” I could have said “too.”



Mercifully, our valiant day battling the unknown wonders of a mysterious sea were met with the angelic visage of sweet baby Wyatt on our safe return home. As they say in France, “there’s no place like mai-son:”



10 comments:

Anonymous said...

aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! So sweet! Joyce

Amy said...

What a fun daddy-daughter day! Amelia looks like she is a real beach loving' gal. How is she adjusting to a new baby in the house? The pictures of little Wyatt are adorable! Wish I could hold him!

Megan Miller said...

Nathan, the verbage of this post has left me a little light-headed and looking for me dictionary. ;o) However,
as a mother, I so agree that Daddy/daughter (or Daddy/son, daughter, daughter) days are the best!! Little Wyatt looks perfect, just adorably perfect.

NaomiG said...

Oh, Father/Daughter days are the very best... That sounds like an awesome one!

I second Megan--I feel a little lightheaded. :-) In a good, word-loving way.

Baby Wyatt looks so precious. What a doll!!

kdk said...

Nathan Garcia Marquez Proust Faulkner Adkins

Anonymous said...

That was a great blog! Great writing skills Nathan...I thoroughly enjoyed your storytelling. The pics of Wyatt are so sweet!!! Can I say that about a boy? ha!

Unknown said...

@KDK

How did you know that was our first choice in names before we finally settled on Wyatt Elliott?!

Although, Natalie shot down my original preference of Wyatt Lovecraft Dostoevsky Proust Adkins.

KLamb said...

Wonderful day, wonderful account! I still want to come hold that precious baby!

Julia Peel said...

Nathan, amusing post. :) I was just about to put up some pictures from Father's Day, but now I'm embarrassed. The pictures of Wyatt are so precious!!!!! He's gorgeous!

Anonymous said...

I think you are in the wrong profession! should have been a journalist or something.