H, you didn’t hesitate when I asked you what the title to this was.
“Most art and paintings have a title, like a book, that the artist calls it. What is this called?” I explained.
Without hesitation you said:
“Paper Goes To Boards.”
You said mom is with the surprised look, you are crying, and dad is in the back with K.
I love you.
-Dad
This is part of the series, #ChurchArt.
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