Category Archives: K

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

You girls like the smell of my soap more than mom’s soap.

And it just kills her. Bahahaha!

See, whenever we take showers instead of a bath, I offer you a choice before we start with the soap:

Do you want mom’s soap? Or dad’s soap?

9 times out of 10 you are both picking my soap.

But it doesn’t stop there.

You even prefer my hand-soap to mom’s.

So much so that, H, if you want to use mom’s sink to wash your hands, you switch the soaps before you begin.

Honestly, it took us a few days to figure out what was happening…

I get it.

I love a good soap smell too.

None of that stinky stuff like mom uses. 😉

I love you.

-Dad

Girls, I love – love – the fact that you two put sticker everywhere.

H started it.

And K, you have taken to it like a duck to water.

Plain and simple, you put stickers all over our house with both a flair of artistry and a dash of randomness .

The funny part is that I could see so many parents getting upset over this.

Heavens! The paint might come off of the wall!

Oh, who cares.

Soon enough you won’t even care about stickers.

I am going to enjoy it while I can.

I love you.

-Dad