K, I just need to write a quick post about your baby chub.

Oh man.

It is so beautiful, so wonderful.

It’s intoxicating.

You have delicious rolls up and down both arms and legs.

I even counted it the other day on your arm.

There is a crease of baby chub between your forearm and your wrist, from the bottom half of your forearm to your top half, another roll at your elbow, another crease between your elbow and shoulder, and another at your arm pit.

And that’s just your arm!

As soon as I start kissing one arm, the other reaches to grab my hair.

Your legs too are always kicking and moving.

Your sweet belly.

Your double knees!

And don’t even get me started about your cheeks!

H, you were the exact same way.

I love you both so much.

Don’t get another day older.

I love you.

-Dad

I’m excited. I just love swimming.

It’s that time of the year again.

We are headed to get our summer membership passes.

It’s pool time!

Wake up early on Saturday.

Small breakfast.

At the pool by 10 AM.

Sunscreen.

A cold Coke.

As many laps around the lazy river as we can manage before it gets too hot.

Grab fried chicken strips on the way home.

Showers.

Naps.

This is one of my favorite times of the year.

Maybe one day we can add Tennis and/or Golf too.

I love you.

-Dad

Well, how did the weekend in Kerrville go?

We survived.

We lived.

We drove down late Friday and ate at Acapulco for dinner.

Saturday morning we drove to New Braunfels and ate at the Gristmill for lunch. It was way too hot, but we sat outside anyway.

I think all the babies and half the adults nearly had a heat stroke.

But by the time we were halfway home, K had a fever. So we stopped at a clinic and found out she had an ear infection.

Sunday, we just went to church and hung out with Grandpa and Grandma at home.

But Sunday night, H threw-up in the library while we were visiting with Grandma.

Monday was relatively quiet too, but we did get to go to Fredericksburg for lunch.

We got up and headed home on Tuesday, but mom said she was feeling bad as we got into the car.

She felt so bad, I think we stopped at every other bathroom the entire way home.

K even had a diaper blowout about an hour into the trip back.

Changing diapers and cleaning poop out of a car seat is not a great gas station stop in Menard, TX.

But we finally made it back!

Like I said: We lived.

No matter the circumstance, I want to travel everywhere with you both.

I love you.

-Dad