Category Archives: K

Disney Favorites

Disney Favorites

This Disney Favorites post was originally supposed to be multiple posts.

My intent was to document a separate post outlining your favorite things from each day on our recent Disney World trip.

We just got back.

The problem is that we did a little too much.

I found it all overwhelming, so I know you did too.

After the first day, I asked what your favorite thing of the day was.

H, you said meeting Princess Jasmine.
K, you said meeting Princess Anna and Princess Elsa.

After day 2, I asked the same question again.

H, you just shrugged. And I couldn’t get an answer from K.

You girls simply loved the trip though.

I’m so glad we got to spend so much time together.

Yall are beautiful.

I love you.

-Dad

We Took Your Pacifier Away

We Took Your Pacifier Away

K, we took your pacifier away from you.

I am so sorry!

I was a few weeks ago.

And, we really didn’t want to do it.

But you will be two years old here in a hot second, and the dentist told us it was time for the sake of your teeth.

The worst part is:  We didn’t actually take it away.

We gathered all your pacifiers up and threw them in a plastic bag in the back of one of the kitchen cabinets – except for one.

You got to keep one pacifier.

But that one – and here is the rub – we cut the tip of it off with a pair of scissors and offered it to you the next time you asked.

We had read about it beforehand and yeah, the parent gets to play stupid about it all and then feel guilty afterward.

“Oh, no! Is it broken?! I’m so sorry.”

You still cry about it, off and on, when you get sad, but the entire process has actually been smoother than I thought it would be.

This feels like I’m typing a confessional right now…

It was all mom’s idea, if you want to know the truth.

Seriously though, it’s not the end of the world.

Because you do still have a pacifier attached to the front of your little stuffed animal “Lamby.”

And you get to sleep with her every single night.

Just don’t tell the dentist!

I love you.

-Dad

Tough Apple Butter Festival

Tough Apple Butter Festival

We had a tough apple butter festival this last weekend.

It was fun, but it began to spiral out of control a little towards the end.

We got there early and did all of the standard activities – I think we have been the last three or four years in a row.

We rode the tractor, watched you girls jump in the bounce house, did a little project at the art station, took a few good pictures, and of course, hand-picked some apples out of the orchard.

And then, H, we started running into some of your friends from school.

You had a hard time listening to us with your friends around.

For lunch, we ate a plate of barbeque and listened to the live music.

But by then we had been there for two hours and had had enough.

I took K to the car and mom took you, H, on one more ride.

K was asleep in two minutes and one ride turned into three I am not sure how.

But the time mom had waited in line at the checkout counter inside and everyone made it to the car, K had been asleep for almost 45 minutes.

We were all grumpy, tired, and windblown.

But I wouldn’t trade the time with you for anything.

And they did take a picture of us.

I love you.

-Dad