Got everything fixed, so I can update from home again.

My precious child and me ate popcorn and watched a movie on television. In fact, it was The Exorcist. She didn't like it. Said it should've been scarier.

Anyway, I promised to take her out to get ice cream tomorrow.

Who knew being a father was so much fun? (Though it'd be easier if I wasn't afraid I might just up and choke her at any given moment.)

She's started wanting me to put her hair into braids. How cute. (But what if I yank her hair hard enough to rip it out and she bleeds?)

I've already tucked her in and read her a bedtime story--Rumplestiltskin. Only, in this version, Rumplestiltskin succeeds in taking the baby. She insisted on that ending. Oh, he also eats the baby at the end. She thought that was the funniest thing. :)

Me going along with that so easily was...disheartening.

I wish I wasn't so worried all the time. Poor thing needs a father who isn't distracted by irrational fears.