K, I have loved picking you and H up from school the last few weeks.

You are learning all sorts of things – and you often tell me about some of them once I get you in the car.

Last week was a great example.

You decorated a pumpkin that day and were talking about it was we started home.

A second later you announced:

A pumpkin is a type of squash.

H, refused to believe it, but you insisted it was true.

Soon y’all were howling at me to look it up.

You were right! (And so happy that you were proved correct.)

I just love your little truth bombs.

I love you.

-Dad

K, this last week has been a hot mess.

Our master shower-head that started to drip some weeks ago has turned into a steady stream.

With the shower broken anyway, mom wanted someone to look at why the guest toilet has been wobbly ever since we bought our house.

So we called a plumber – as you should for these kinds of things.

Unfortunately, the plumber found out what plumbers seem to always find out.

Our shower faucet, water handle, and shower-head all needed replacing.

AND…we needed a new toilet.

All this to say, the five of us ended up at Home Depot looking for supplies at 8 PM on a school night.

H, you and K, were going nuts with excitement being out so late – and T was looking at us like we had lost our minds for shopping after her bedtime.

As mom and I were looking at our toilet possibilities, H and K, y’all were running back and forth hiding in between the aisles.

K, you stopped at one point and said: “I gotta go potty.“

It’s hard because you often cry “bathroom wolf,” making us take you to random public restrooms when you very rarely have to go.

For the record though: Mom told you to wait, we were almost done. I said we should take you.

Minutes later you peed in your pants… We are so sorry!

Chalk it up to tired parents, please – and we’ll just call it life experience.

It seemed like a big deal at the time, but a few days removed and I wonder why I am even writing about it.

We love you more and more everyday.

I love you.

-Dad

K, your first OIT egg dose did not go well.

See, this last Friday, mom took you and H and T to Midland for your first official dose.

(H had a standard up-dose, and T was along for the ride.)

They way it works is that they give you a small first dose and increase it until they get you up to a certain level where they start you on.

You threw up after you took the third dose. Poor girl. And then you threw up seven more times after that!

The PA said that was the earliest she has ever seen someone have a reaction.

I mean, it’s crazy, based on blood tests, you are more allergic to eggs that T is to peanuts…

Scary stuff.

But we are so glad to have started you on the road to being able to eat what you want.

I love you.

-Dad