Blogging from work because I've got no time at home, and I'm procrastinating about editing at work during my lunch break. As much fun it is to watch weddings during my lunch, sometimes a lunch break should be just a lunch break.

Happy to say that some of my "Diego-ness" is passing onto the kids. I mean, afterall, I am their Dad and everything that I do will invariably be copied and perfected by my children. So, in addition to my contribution to Alex's anal retentiveness and cleanliness (relatively speaking, of course.), and his cheekiness, and in addition to Zoe's pout, and skin complexion, comes the brand new skill of... talking funny.

As soon as I had noticed that Alex responded to the absurd voices, I started doing it more. We were on the way to Target the other day, singing, "No more monkeys, jumping on the bed." and I did it in several different voices. That made the kids laugh, and soon after they were attempting their own voices. Alex has several, Zoe has like two. Alex does this screechy, old lady, halting high pitched, "No more monkeys..." and it sounds great. Doesn't even sound like him, and he's darn tootin' proud of it. Zoe does a deeper version of her voice, which is pretty cool too. Zoe did a voice with her Kitty yesterday, making the Kitty wave her paw and she said in a squeaky, high pitched voice, "Hi Zoe. Hi. Hi Zoe. Hi Zoe."

I dunno, I have a pretty good feeling that they'll have a healthy sense of humor. I imagine I got a couple class clowns on our hands.