Laura and her mom had a mini vacation / outing to see Cindi Lauper rock a show at the Chumash.  Durring that time Faith and I had a chance to have some quality Father Daughter time.  We ate dinner together, played in the backyard, watched Yo Gabba-Gabba, and then watched Toy Story 2 in the bedroom.  Mom was away and so I decided to let Faith crash in our bed for the night.  She enjoys sleeping in our bed, and I'm trying to break her from crawling in bed with us; however, she has been extra great about sleeping in her bed the past few months, so I figured I would break my own rules a bit.  Plus mom, the wife I love, was away.  So why not right?

Faith fell asleep watching Toy Story, and I fell asleep watching a little late night TV.  I was dreaming of who knows what, and sleeping wonderfully when I awoke to faith pushing on my shoulder and saying, "Daddy.  Daddy."  I awoke to a point and asked her what she needed.  "Ba-ba."  She needed her bottle.  I wasn't fully awake at this point, and maybe that's why I got out to get her a bottle without a complaint.  Without asking her to go back to sleep.  I was walking down the hallway when I heard faith call out, "Bunny Milk!" a slight pause.  "Strawberry!"

I was in the kitchen making her Strawberry Milk in one of her bottles when I caught the time on the microwave.  4am.  This is when it hit me.  What am I doing.  To tired to care I delivered her Strawberry Bunny Milk to her and went back to sleep.  She didn't even drink any of it.  She just wanted to hold it.

Whenever it is just Faith and me on a car ride I let her choose what she wants to listen to.  I'm super excited when she asks for "Hard Rock Out Music," which is Faith's way of telling me to put on some Metal, which is usually a good strong Christian band like "As I Lay Dying" or "All That Remains."  Other times she wants to listen to the "I Love you Too" Song by Ziggy Marley.  Or Maybe she feels like listening to the "Princess and the Frog" soundtrack.  I like to give her a broad horizon of music to enjoy.  So I'm driving her to school and this is one of those mornings where I have the iPod on shuffle and I'm letting her get a taste of something different.  Some "Punk Rock" comes on and she listens to it for a short while before telling me that she doesn't like it.  She wants to listen to "Hard Rock out Music."  I tell her that she can rock out to "Punk Rock" just like she can with "Hard Rock Out Music."  She listens a bit longer and decideds she doesn't like it.

So long and short is: Faith doesn't like "Punk Rock."

So for the past week Faith has been telling us that she is afraid of the ghosts in her room.  We have no idea where her thoughts of ghosts are coming from, but it has been going on for awhile now.  I'm starting to wonder if Faith has the 6th sense.  So as I'm watching TV in the living room I hear Faith yelling in her room, "Go AWAY GHOST!  GO AWAY!"  I pause for a bit before walking back to investigate.  As I get there she is setting at the edge of her bed yelling for the ghost to go away.  She is happy to see me and tells me that she saw an orange ghost and was telling it to leave her alone.  I tell her it's going to be ok and I leave the room.  Laura then tells me that I should give her a small latern that she can turn on to scare the ghosts away with.  So I put some fresh batteries in her small lantern, and tell her that if she sees any ghosts to just turn it on and it will scare them away.  She understands and so I leave the room.

I don't get that far before I hear Faith yell.  "GO AWAY GHOST!"  I then hear her scramble for the lantern by her bed and watch the glow of the light slip through her door as she turns it on.  She then yells, "IT WORKS DADDY!"  I smile and walk away as I hear her turn off the lantern and lay back down.