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Dueling Notebooks

Dueling Notebooks At Our House

H and K, Y’all have been walking around the house the last week with dueling notebooks.

H, it all started when you got a new notebook as a birthday present.

Pink, with a fuzzy cloth cover, and a medallion of a unicorn on the end of the bookmark, is about all a 5-year-old girl can ask for in a notebook, I guess.

But then, of course, it did not take long before K saw it.

And she immediately needed one too.

We quickly found one of H’s old discarded notebooks – featuring Anna and Elsa from Frozen on the cover – and offered it.

K, you were thrilled and so proud.

It has been perfect.

My two little artists walking around the house with their notebooks – pens and pencils scratching away.

Y’all are perfect.

Y’all are beautiful.

I love you.

-Dad

Buller

Buller

K, you love your “buller.”

You mean “butter,” of course.

But you say it “buller.”

You are going through that phase that every kid goes through, where you can eat literally eat butter by the spoonful.

And you do.

I say that, but H can still do the same thing.

We made waffles the other day and you ate nothing but the butter off the top.

By the time we were almost done, you were eating it off the end of the butter knife.

Frankly, I can’t believe you like butter even more than the syrup.

You are especially on a “butter and tortilla” kick right now.

“Torta and buller.”

We about make a meal out of it every time we go to On The Border.

You are perfect in every way.

And my word, you are adorable with your pigtails.

I’ll see you in 15 minutes.

I love you.

-Dad

Mason (That Fart)

Mason (That Fart)

H, the first boy you ever said was your boyfriend was named Mason.

He is a boy we know from church and I even worked with his mom in Wednesday night Awanas.

But he is seven!

A good two years older than you.

Anyway.

Mom and I had Extended Session this last Sunday and his mom dropped him off in the wrong class – thinking Sunday School graduation was this week instead of next.

And you apparently knew him from our church’s monthly Parent’s Night Out program.

You got a starry look in your eye when you saw him and told us he was your boyfriend.

I was taken back, but mom that it was all endearing and cute.

It was a surprise to Mason too.

That night, we were tucking you into bed and you whispered something to mom.

And then you whispered it to me.

You said:

I love Mason.

My jaw dropped I think, and mom even had to tell me it was ok.

I’m not going to lie, but you saying it hurt my feelings a little!

You’re five, I know, I know…

Regardless of any other silly boys that come along.

Well.

I loved you first.

I love you.

-Dad