I'm about 5'10'', a teacher, and your father.

This Sunday Jeana spent the day with friends. This left Noah and I to spend some quality time . . . watching football--Seahawks! I bobbed left and right as Noah blocked my view, and laboriously pulled himself up onto my chair. With a lot of uncomfortable bouncing and bruising I got Noah to get out of my way. I kept watching the game as he sat alongside my hip on the big chair. Suddenly, the bundle of two-year-old-energy stopped. In that brief pause I heard this little voice say . . . "so, tell me about yourself." After laughing, I thought that was the best part of the game.