Fuzzin Your Hair

K, last week I was on the floor playing with you and H.

At some point, you circled behind me and got to rubbing my hair.

A few minutes later, I picked you up on my shoulders and you rubbed my hair with even more vigor.

I said:

“K, what are you doing?”

You said:

“Dad, I’m fuzzin your hair.”

Ha.

My girl.

You can fuzz my hair any old time.

On a side-note, I just love the way you run through the house right now.

It sounds crazy, but the way your hair swishes back and forth and the pitter-patter of your feet has a sweetness to it that I wish I could bottle up and hold forever.

I love you.

-Dad

Lost Tooth

H, you lost your first tooth this last Friday.

Of your bottom front teeth, it was the left one.

The crazy thing is this: You pulled it yourself!

I am not even kidding.

You are so brave I can’t even believe it sometimes.

I mean, I don’t remember ever pulling one of my own teeth.

But riding back from a Midland allergy appointment the next day, you took your tooth out of the zip-lock bag it was in to show it to K.

K pressed her finger on it (or so I was told later) and the tooth disappeared in the back of my car.

When we got home, I looked for it for you for nearly an hour.

I never found it, but what were we going to do with it long-term anyway?

I am sorry I got mad at you for dropping it.

I love you.

-Dad

No Coke

Ok, full disclosure.

I have cut out Coke.

Sure it’s great and all, but I am more convinced than ever that sugar is awful for you.

Of course, I still love sweets. And I still indulge with an infrequent soda now and again.

But a daily habit of 12-24 ounces of Coke just seemed needless.

I love you.

-Dad