K, you have recently been calling me “Dally.”

You are K.
But I often call you Kenny.

I am Daddy.
And you have taken to calling me Dally.

We have endearing little nicknames for each other.

It makes sense.

I mean, I don’t think we could be much cuter.

We are simply fantastic.

And then, you squawked it again the other day while you were getting a diaper change.

Mom caught it, and of course, pointed it out.

So now I don’t even know for sure.

You might just be saying “Jelly.”

You are either being endearing, or just love referring to your shoes – your Jellies.

Ha!

I love you.

-Dad

K, you keep putting yourself in timeouts.

I saw you do it for the first time a few weeks ago.

You were doing something, and mom told you to stop.

In your sweet little voice you said:

“Timeout?”

We said “No. No timeout.”

But that you needed to stop what you were doing.

Satisfied, you said:

“Timeout.”

With that, you walked over to the wall, left of our bedroom door, and stood.

You put your back against the wall and looked down at the floor.

In a few seconds, you looked up and smiled as soon as we made eye contact.

Silly girl.

I love you.

-Dad

K Mamas, you came home from school yesterday with your first pigtails in your hair.

You were absolutely adorable, if you want to know the truth.

And so proud to show them off.

But there was an issue.

See, as we were all getting ready for bed, mom tried to take them out.

I was not in the room at the time, but she said you cried giant crocodile tears.

Since it seemed so important, we let you sleep with your hair like that and you were just as happy as can be.

You are beautiful and perfect.

I love you.

-Dad