K, I called you Fuzz Bert the other day.
I know that’s nothing in itself.
The main reason is that, well, I call you Fuzz Bert frequently.
Most often, I use it if your hair is particularly crazy – fuzzy – if you will.
This time, when I said it, however, you stopped.
You looked at me, shook your head, and in the most beautiful little voice said:
I not Fuzz Bert, I K.
My little angel.
I will gladly stop if you want me to.
Two is just the best age.
I love you.
-Dad
Today was Saturday and well, we got Santa hats.
We had pancakes for breakfast and then went to Hobby Lobby and got a few costume accessories for H’s upcoming Christmas pageant.
One of the things she needed was a Santa hat. So, K, we got you one too.
Afterward, we stopped by J. Keith Jewelry.
Mom got her wedding ring cleaned and we got batteries replaced on an old Mickey Mouse watch mom had when she was a little girl.
It still worked!
Pop and Grammies came over after that and ate lunch with us.
We had Taco Villa and they left when it was nap time.
They came back after you girls woke up and we visited until dinner time when we went to Hayashi to celebrate Gammies birthday.
H and K, you were both, as always, mesmerized by the cooking.
My beautiful family.
I love you.
-Dad
K, I’m sorry I got mad this morning.
I was tired, H was in the room, and you were insistent on only wanting mom.
It was just like this perfect little storm.
See, it started, in part, because we let H sleep on the air mattress in our room last night.
Then you woke up at some point, and mom put you in bed with us.
And then mom went to workout at 5:00 AM.
So when you rolled over at 5:30 crying for mom, there was not much I could do to help.
I said I would hold you, but you just cried anyway.
I begged you to stop and let me snuggle you, telling you that you were about to wake H up.
When you kept crying, I got mad and told you to stop it – or I was going to be really upset.
And then, hearing my tone, you really started to wail…
I picked you up quickly and tried to get out of the bedroom, but H was already sitting up looking at us confused.
So there we were ten minutes later at 5:50 AM, all sitting on the couch awake when mom got home.
On top of everything, I stayed up late last night reading.
It’s just sleep though…
And that’s just not worth being mad at your daughter about.
You are an angel.
And I’m sorry again.
I love you.
-Dad