T, I have changed more diapers on you than either one of the other girls.

I am not sure why.

Maybe with more kids, more work needs to be done and so I pitch in to help more often here and there.

Maybe I just know you are my last chance at being part of the routine of having a baby.

Here is my diaper routine with you:

First, I lay you on to the changing table. I get you once or twice with my hands on your stomach and say “gotcha.” “I gotcha.” Or, “hey girl.”

I open the shutters beside us with a count.

“One” I start. “Two” I say as I grab the middle of the shutters to open them. And “Three” I say as I finally pop them open. I end it all with saying “Gotcha” one last time as I grab your tummy and chest.

You often have a jolly laugh going at this point.

Next, I grab your diaper from the shelf and show you whatever character is on the front of it. “You got Elmo. Look how cute he is?! Do you love him? He is perfect just like you.”

Afterward, I will take your diaper still folded up and swipe it from your forehead to your toes while making a funny sound. “Brrrip. Brrrip Brrrip.”

Finally I get to the actual diaper change.

If you have peed, I will use 0-1 wipe and call it good.

If you have a poop, I will either yell at mom to come help, or use somewhere 500-4,000 wipes.

Diaper changing has never my thing, but I am glad I got to change a few of yours

I love you.

-Dad

T, you have taken an interest in baby dolls.

Honestly, it’s just the cutest thing.

You will hold them and flop them around here and there as you play.

But the last few weeks – you have started to pat them.

You hold them to your shoulder or chest and gentley pat their backs.

I can’t believe how much you have grown over the last few months.

You ate an entire piece of cheese pizza a few weeks ago.

We had this newborn a hot second ago and now you are constantly trying to stand, napping less, and patting babies backs.

I love you.

-Dad