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Great Christmas Eve

Great Christmas Eve

It was a great Christmas Eve today.

We got donuts for breakfast and all sang Christmas songs around the table while we drank our coffee and milk.

Then we mostly played all morning, and ate at Rosas’s for lunch.

After lunch we even made it in time for a carriage ride at 1:00 when they opened.

Mom and I watched movies while you girls napped.

And then we just made it in time for the 4:30 Christmas Eve service.

For dinner, mom made us waffles – and I even made us bacon to go with it.

We watched Charlie Brown Christmas and then all started getting ready for bed.

Mom and I had intentions of staying up late and watching movies but we didn’t make it long we were so tired.

Mom went to sleep and I showered and read for a little bit before doing the same.

Happy Christmas Eve.

I love you.

-Dad

Phone Today

Phone Today

K, you stole my phone today and almost sent your first tweet.

I sat my phone down and simply forgot to lock it.

You apparently got your hands on it a few seconds later and by the time I got back in the room and got my phone back, you had Twitter open and a tweet all typed out.

At some point down the road, if you still want it to be your first tweet, I saved it for posterity.

It was:

“Pool ppooiuhtex”

I love you.

-Dad

Wound Up

Wound Up

Wow, you girls were wound up tonight.

Work and school both had delayed starts today because of all the snow so it was kind of an odd day.

But Pop and Gammies came over for dinner, and that was apparently the only excuse Y’all needed to cut loose.

They brought Fazoli’s with them and we ate at the table like usual. 

K, you even wanted to say grace after H had said it – and of course we let you.

After dinner you both went wild.

Y’all were singing and screaming and dancing and talking non-stop.

To be fair, we had just been stuck in the house for two days, and it had been a while since you had seen your grandparents.

Even with the chaos, I still love the impromptu concerts, the pitter-patter of little feet in the house, and two little girls meowing at my feet pretending to be little kittens.

I love you, desperately.

-Dad