Author Archives: Dad

Maybe Concussion

You have had a bit of a weekend.

It started with you cheering at the high school basketball game on Thursday night.

An out-of-control player going after the ball plowed through the cheerleader’s corner and shoulder-checked you into the concrete wall.

You hit your head and we thought you maybe had a concussion.

But you seemed fine afterward so we didn’t worry about it much.

We took it pretty easy on Saturday.

On Sunday you slept through church in the AM, complained of a headache, and then slept through 80% of the church Christmas musical that night.

The good part was that I got to hold you during all that sleeping.

You stretched out across the seats beside us with your head in my lap. ❤️

All this made us worry about your head again.

But it turns out it wasn’t your head…

It’s Monday, you just got back from the doctor, and you have strep and a fever!

Looks like it’s couch and movies for a day or two.

My girl.

I love you.

-Dad

Deposition Day

Well, it’s deposition day.

Mom’s deposition for that pesky lawsuit starts in 3 minutes as I type this.

Lots of stress and anxiety leading up to it around this house, but you know what?

She’s going to do fine.

Why?

Because while I loathe work/life stress – mom is amazing under pressure.

I told her I would fast and pray for her until I saw her again tonight, but that’s also for my waistline. 🤣

Let’s just say indulged a little bit on Thanksgiving this year.

And I may or may not have eaten 1/3 of a pie last night at 11PM…

We got this.

I love you.

_Dad

Baby Hand

T, all you girls put on fake nails yesterday.

I mean, y’all look crazy.

I am no fan of two-inch fake fingernails.

But you and H and K were being silly and having fun and I just played along.

All that to say this.

T, you were so excited to show me your nails.

Daddy, look how pretty and pink they are!

You held out your hand to show me and I jokingly slapped the back of your hand with mine.

You froze, your eyes got big, and your voice tuned soft.

In the sweetest and most fragile voice, you asked:

Daddy, why would you slap my little baby hand?

🤣

I love you.

-Dad