Author Archives: Dad

Own Bed

Your Bed

H, I am ashamed to say that this is the first week since K was born, that you have slept entirely in your own bed.

It began like this:

To start the night, you would start sleeping in your own bed.

And then 4 hours later you were waking us up wanting to sleep with us.

Of course, we were too tired to parent and we would just put you in bed with us.

Then you were sleeping 3 hours before coming to our room.

Then it was 2 hours.

Finally, we just started telling you to lay down with us.

And then, yeah, we turned around and a year and a half had gone by.

I know – parents of the year – right here.

Nevertheless, you have done awesome.

With a new nightlight and new Troll sheets, you took to your bed again like a duck to water with only one or two crying incidents.

We miss snuggling you but know we need to teach you to sleep by yourself.

Plus you are getting so big and tall, we were running out of room!

Goodness, I love you.

Can’t wait to see you in a few minutes.

I love you.

-Dad

You Don't Have Another Grandma?

You Don’t Have Another Grandma?

H, going to the bathroom day before yesterday, you got sad.

You asked mom and me to follow you in while you went.

We were all talking about something and suddenly, your voice got sad.

In a mournful tone, you told us:

Owazy is not real. I was lying.

We were so shocked!

Then we tried to convince you that there was a difference between lying and telling a story of fiction.

I started to tell you that we knew Owazy and Grass were not real, but mom stopped me before I could ruin the magic.

I said to you later:

No matter how much of your Owazy and Grass tales are real, or just for fun, I hope you tell me stories about them for a long, long, time.

I love you.

-Dad

First Sentence

First Sentence

K, you said your first sentence at dinner last week!

You have been talking one word, two words, here and there.

And then one-night last week, I thought you were finished eating and I started to take your plate from you.

I said:

Are you all done?

You quickly answered me:

I not done!

I was shocked.

How was I supposed to know you could put an entire sentence together?

Quickly I yelled at mom:

Uh. What age are kids supposed to start talking?

Sweetheart!

Your vocabulary is growing like crazy right now.

I think H is teaching you everything she knows.

And you are a sponge watching her every move.

My baby.

I love you.

-Dad