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We Had A Minnie Mouse, And A Batgirl

We Had A Minnie Mouse, And A Batgirl

For Halloween, this year mom and I had a little independent Minnie Mouse and a tough and brave Batgirl on our hands.

H, you dressed as Batgirl.

Mask and all, you looked ready for a fight all night long.

And K, you dressed as Minnie Mouse.

You had the reddest polka dot dress, complete with Minnie Mouse ears.

Unfortunately, our annual trunk-or-treat festival at church was canceled this year due to the rain and cold.

They turned the whole thing into an elaborate drive-thru to pass out all the accumulated candy – and hotdogs – that I’m sure someone spent all day cooking.

We stopped by your school to show off your costumes – because H insisted – and got to church at 5:45 right when it started.

Four hotdogs. Four chips. And two bags of candy, for two kiddos.

We stopped and ate in the front seat of the car on the back corner of the church parking lot.

Afterward, we drove the 100 yards to Craig’s house to trick-or-treat (he works with mom).

We headed toward home and luckily found a row of eight or nine houses just west down our street that were all handing out candy.

It was cold, but we made it to every house that had a porch light on.

We made a fire when we got home.

Y’all were both so beautiful.

K and I slept in the master bedroom and H and mom slept on an air mattress in front of the fire.

I remember last year’s Halloween so vividly.

Halloween the year before last too.

The years are moving so fast.

I love you.

I love you so much.

-Dad

Is This A Forest?

Is This A Forest?

H, I thought of a funny story from our recent Disney trip that I forgot to jot down.

When we landed in Orlando, we got off the airplane and made our way through the terminal to the Disney buses.

After a short wait, the bus we were on finally left to take us to our resort.

As we headed down the highway, not 5 minutes for the airport, more of Florida began to show itself.

You sat on your knees beside mom looking at the window.

As you did, you slowly turned around and asked:

“Uh, dad. Is this the forest?”

I nearly laughed and answered:

“Well, yes. There are a lot of trees down here, huh?”

You nodded back and kept looking out the window in bewilderment.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but you had never seen that many trees at once.

My West Texas girl.

Let’s travel more.

I love you.

-Dad

Word Taco

The Word Taco Is A Great Word To Learn

H, you have learned to write the word Taco.

The first word that you learned to write completely on your own was your name.

And now the second is Taco.

Well – I think you know how to write “MOM” and “DAD” too – now that I think about it.

Nevertheless, you have been writing “TACO” frequently here and there while doodling the past few days.

There are about 20 Post-it notes around the house with the word on it.

Today your teacher texted and told us you were writing it at school too.

I could not be more proud.

We are a family of taco lovers, after all.

My darling.

I love you.

-Dad