Category Archives: H

Complete Ham

I have the most silly/sassy girls.

Last night we all went to church for H’s Christmas program rehearsal.

We ate Abuelo’s on the way there and opened the front door of the church to the roaring sound of children.

H joined her class.

And we milled around with other family members waiting for the Wednesday night service to finish. K, you found Kendall and Luke and ran to them to say hi.

Kendall was sweet and introduced you to her friends while Luke stood back and played too-cool-for-school.

H, you did wonderful.

Delightfully, you also had some of the silliest gestures I have ever seen. You exaggerated the words a few times in the intro and even threw in a few hand motions for good measure.

And K!

You were a complete ham out in the audience. You were all over me standing in the chair beside me. You frequently kissed me, clapped your hands, hugged my neck, jumped on mom, and sang along to every word you knew.

Ya’ll are silly and perfect.

I love you.

-Dad

Actual footage of H during rehearsal:

Actual footage of K during rehearsal:

Directing Waves

H, I made a note about this and forgot to post about it.

See, this last summer we went to the beach.

We slept in late, swam in the hotel pool, ate out too much, and headed to beach every evening a few hours before sunset.

It was a delight watching you girls play, but, honestly, I am not a huge fan of the beach life.

I am more interested in being on the patio with a cold drink – looking at the beach.

I am less interested in being in a swimsuit running in the sand and swimming in the ocean.

H, you kept wanting to go out farther and farther into the ocean each day. So mom would take you. Y’all would walk out until the waves were too high for you to bare. And I would play with K back on the beach.

The last night there you insisted I wade out too. We even carried K out to get in on the fun (and because we couldn’t leave her on the beach by herself).

After a bit mom and K went back to shore and you and I stayed for a while longer.

As the waves came in, you started moving your hands back and forth mirroring their rhythm as they crashed. Up and down. Up and down, as the waves hit you right above the knees.

I finally asked, as casually as possible, what you were doing.

You said:

I’m directing waves. Showing them where they need to go.

You kept it up until I eventually told you it was time to go.

I like that you played for so long as if I wasn’t watching.

I hope you always do that.

I love you.

-Dad

Tiger Teeth

H, last week mom and I went to your school a few minutes before standard pickup time.

See, we came to watch your STEM Club do a little presentation in the form of a parade.

You took these little electric cars, designed floats on top of them, and did your own little Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade down between all of the parents lining the hallway.

It was cute and you smiled so big when you saw we were there.

But here is the thing.

The entire parade you were smiling with a big pair of fake teeth in your mouth.

They were the big white vampire teeth you sometimes see thrown in with a pile of Halloween candy.

I knew they were vampire teeth. Mom knew they were vampire teeth. Everyone knows they are vampire teeth.

We congratulated you when you got to the end of the hallway with both adulation and hugs and kisses.

Finally we asked: “Whatcha got there?”

You said:

Tiger Teeth

Now I don’t know which principal or teacher told you they were tiger teeth, but you have got to love private Christian schools.

Ha!

I love you.

-Dad