I have called you Fuzz Bert.
And I have called you “my little biscuit.”
But a few days ago, it randomly came out as: Fuzzy Biscuit.
Ha.
In the chaos of that evening, you exclaimed: “I’m a fuzzy biscuit!” as we tickled you on the couch.
My girl.
I love you.
-Dad
K, sometime I worry when you disappear into the other room and it gets unusually quiet.
Well you did this last week and I went searching for you.
You had shut yourself in the utility room and were perfectly happy rooting around in our dry goods.
When I found you, you were holding a bag of Fritos up in the air like it was trophy.
It kind of was…
I so enjoy the little pitter-patter of feet when you run through the house. Usually, you are following H.
It’s perfect.
I love you.
-Dad
I was back at it at work today.
It’s always a bit rough going back after the holiday break.
H and K, y’all didn’t have to go back to school though because mom is off until January.
In fact, y’all went to Seminole for the day to visit. The cousins from Midland were there too.
When you got home, I sat in the big chair and held you both as we watched TV.
And just before bed, y’all were pretending you were cats, just meowing all over the house.
I love you.
-Dad