Again And Again

You girls have this hilarious – admittedly sometimes infuriating – thing you do nearly every night when we read books.

See, most children’s books have little pictures on their back covers that show other books that the author has written.

After we finish a book, you will turn the last page over and point and ask:

Do we have this one?

Mom will answer yes or no.

You will point to the next book, and next book, and ask again, and again, until you have asked about every single book pictured.

Do we have this one? Do we have this one? Do we have this one?

It’s only ever an issue if we are late getting to bed and pressed for time.

H stared it. And seems to be on a mission to teach K too.

And T, I’m sure you will pick up on it soon too.

Y’all are perfect.

I love you.

-Dad

Told Bedtime Stories

H, we told bedtime stories to each other last night after prayers.

It was just perfect.

We all read and said prayers together, sure. But then mom went to tuck in K and I stayed to snuggle you for just a bit.

You asked if we could tell each other stories. I said yes. And you insisted on going first.

You did a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood with some of the most ferocious and spooky voice techniques for the proper effect.

I told a story about a beautiful girl in a castle who happened to have your name. She had three awful step-sisters, with your aunt’s names. A fairy-godmother with “K’s ” name.

At in the end she met a prince who happen to have MY name.

With each familiar layer you got more and more excited.

By the end, I nearly had to peel you off the ceiling you were pinging around with so much energy.

When we were all done, you asked me:

You wish you recorded all that, don’t you?

Because I keep telling you I want us to start a podcast where you and I talk about things.

We would keep it for ourselves at first, and then maybe publish it all one day if we felt like it.

Your right though…

I wish I did have it all recorded.

I love you.

-Dad

Snuggled Right Up

K, you finally slept in your own room night before last.

You slept in your own room – until about midnight (I honestly don’t even know what time it was. I was asleep.) when you crawled into bed between mom and I.

The night was fine and all, but you woke up at about 6 and woke me up asking me to get out of bed with you.

Mom was already reading in the other room.

I stopped you and asked you if I could snuggle you.

You stopped, got back under the covers, and snuggled right up beside me.

I put my arm around you and we both fell right back asleep. For an entire hour!

I love you.

-Dad