Clare's Dad

Maybe you’ve noticed that I haven’t posted photos for a few days. (Or maybe you haven’t.) I do have some photos to post, but they’re not all of Clare—because Clare and I haven’t done anything exciting together since last weekend. And the operative word is “together” because Clare has been doing exciting things—I just haven’t been with her to take pictures.

Since Monday, Clare has been going to day camp. She’s been swimming, playing, dancing, and she’s even tried archery (an elective that she picked—which, I guess, is the definition of “elective”). Next week, she stays overnight once, so Clare’s Mom and I get to go out!

For the past week and the next two weeks, many of the pictures I’ll post won’t be of Clare—but they will be of Clare’s world. That’ll give you—and her when she looks back on this blog—a different look at what it’s like to be Clare. I’ll be backdating some posts for the past week too—not to confuse you, but just to have the post date match the date the photos were taken (and to appease my OCD).

So, what does all of this have to do with “Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet?” When Clare told me that she would be trying archery, I told her to not get stuck being the one who has to stand with an apple on her head. Still don’t get the connection between William Tell and Maid Marian? Take that up with Squeeze.