Category Archives: H

Mermaid And Wonder Woman

It occurs to me that I forgot to write a post about Halloween this year.

What is wrong with me?

H, you went as a Mermaid.
K, you went as Wonder Woman.

K, mom and I left work early to go to your fall festival.

Mom and you were doing a cake walk when I got there.

We stopped at nearly every stall and played nearly every game before calling it quits.

Your favorite thing was playing on the big playground, mom and I shadowing your every move.

We left with a boatload of candy by 5 and went to get H.

You girls changed into your costumes at home and we left our house for truck-or-treat at church by 5:45.

Most year’s, trunk-or-treat is in the church’s back parking lot and is relatively low key. This year it was in the front lot – just off the loop – and attracted TONS of people. (Not a bad thing.)

H, you ran into a few friends from school and wanted to play in the five or six available bounce houses all night. K, you were honestly too cold to enjoy much, and insisted that I carry you everywhere we went.

Mom and I were scheduled to hand out candy at a truck with our Sunday School class, but there were so many people we ran out of candy 5 minutes into our shift.

We left after that. It became bitterly cold as the sun began to go down.

To top it off though we stopped to trick or treat at half a dozen houses, probably a hundred yards west down our street.

Here’s the pumpkin I carved two days before.

I love you.

-Dad

Be With You

H, I took you to the dermatologist today.

Mom had this important meeting to prepare for…

(Which she nailed by the way.)

So you and I left the house around 8:40 to make your 9:00 appointment.

It was standard fare.

But we waited – uh – pretty much forever.

I mean, from the time we got there until we saw the doctor was an entire hour.

We talked and joked, pointed out things in the room to each other, looked out the window, and finally watched Netflix on my phone.

We changed seats a dozen times.

You sat in my lap for the longest time too.

Afterward, as I was driving you to school, I told you:

I just love hanging out with you. Even though we had to wait a long time this morning, and it was kind of boring, I’m sure glad I got to be with you. If we are doing something fun – or something not so fun – I just love getting to spend time with you.

I still do.

You replied: “Me too, Dad.”

I love you.

-Dad

Wrangle You

K, last night reading books you were just the sweetest thing.

You and H were wild and crazy after baths and it was all we could do to lotion you two up and wrangle you into your pajamas.

Afterward, mom and I could barely even calm y’all down enough to read books.

During the thrashing, you bumped into mom’s stomach and I (mostly joking) asked you to apologize to your little sister.

Your voice immediately became gentle and sweet as you got down and talked to mom’s stomach:

I’m sorry baby sister. I love you.

My heart.

I wish I could bottle all this up.

I love you.

-Dad