I’m embarrassed that I didn’t record anything here about our trip to Alabama.

We went over the summer to see Aunt Lou.

We got to see Dennis and Carolyn, Uncle Al, Aunt Dale, my cousin Angie, Angie’s daughter Bailey, and her son Riley, Uncle Joe, Aunt Debbie, and their kids, Will, Abbey, and Hailey.

But Aunt Lou is 90! And we wanted you girls to meet her before we didn’t have the option to.

Of course, we missed seeing a ton more Aunts, Uncles, and cousins – but I am so glad we didn’t trade good for perfect.

Other than seeing family, I think the trip’s highlight was seeing all the alligators on the swamp tour we did in New Orleans.

But maybe I’ll write more about that later.

I love you.

-Dad

T, it took you one day to learn how to sleep in. 🤣

One day!

I mean, what in the world?

One day. 24 hours!

Since we laid you in your crib the first time, you have yelled across the house for us when you wanted to get up.

You hear the house begin to stir. You wake up. And then you yell at us to come and get you.

We have virtually NEVER had to come in and get you up.

But we moved you from your crib to a double bed and in one night you stopped this charade.

If I am being honest, we even had a bit of trouble prying you out of bed in time for school…

It’s like you suddenly realized the bed is warm and comfortable and that you prefer to sleep in – if given the choice.

Honestly, me too.

I love you.

-Dad

No one tells you as a parent that you will have conversations like this.

But here we are.

H and K, y’all were using the word “anus” incorrectly a few days ago.

And a little too freely, in my opinion.

One hit the other and one of you said, “Don’t touch my anus.”

More slaps were exchanged, and the other one screamed, “Get your hand off my anus.”

I made you both stop, calm down, and sit with me on the couch.

Trying to keep a straight face, I told you to stop hitting each other and that, that, is not what “anus” means.

You both looked confused.

I said that the “anus” is not the entire rear end, it’s only the hole.

It’s just the butthole.

In a flash y’alls eyes got big, turned quickly to make eye contact with each other, and burst out in historical laughter.

Sometimes I feel like an awesome dad and sometimes I have no idea what I am even doing.

I love you.

-Dad