Category Archives: K

Missed Me Missed Me

Missed Me Missed Me

Girls, last night before bed we played a game of Missed Me, Missed Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me.

It started in between the time we took our baths, brushed our teeth, and got our pajamas on – and the time we started reading books.

I started out chasing H, but K was in on it all too in a hot second.

Mostly the game was chaos. But that was fine by me.

Because, practically, the game involved you girls singing the title of the game in a taunting way while I chased you down, scooped you up in my arms, and smothered you with kisses on the face.

My girls.

I love you.

-Dad

Swimming Goggles

Swimming Goggles

H has this pair of swimming goggles, you see.

We bought them last summer when she started swimming lessons.

And slowly, they have become a staple of bath nights.

H, you put them on and practice holding your breath under the soapy water.

Anyway, last night K was in a lively mood and insisted on wearing these pink goggles while she played.

K, I don’t even remember what you were saying but you stopped mom and I in the kitchen and were absolutely pleased with yourself having them on.

Of course, after a moment you just streaked on by to the next thing.

I love you.

-Dad

Animated Mannerisms

Animated Mannerisms

K, you have got the absolute best animated mannerisms going on right now.

First, you do this thing sometimes when listening where you tilt your head over to the side in an exaggerated way.

Second, you have begun saying “ok” to us in a way that sounds almost like a game.

After each sentence, or phrase, I tell you something, you say “OK” in this very matter of fact way with a little snap to it.

K come here. “Ok.”
We need to get your pajamas on. “Ok.”
Change your diaper. “Ok.”
And brush your teeth. “Ok.”
Are you ready? “Ok.”

And finally – I don’t even know how it’s a thing – but you run through the house in the cutest way possible.

Your sweet pitter-patter of feet is usually streaking by on your way to H’s room to play. And it’s heartbreakingly beautiful.

Two is just the best age.

And yes, H, your mannerisms might have been different, but two was such a beautiful age for you too.

I love you.

-Dad