Dear Maddie,
I don't have much to say tonight, but you did a darn adorable thing earlier. I was getting stuff out of the attic and made you stand where I could see you at the bottom of the stairs. I guess you were worried about your old man up a ladder (and considering Paw Paw's history with ladders, rightfully so), because you came to the bottom, held up your arms, and said "Oh, Daddy, I catch you!" Trying not to laugh and inadvertently needing to be caught, I said thanks. I guess you were really hoping for me to fall, because a moment later you impatiently called up "Daddy, I'm ready to catch you!"
I'm glad I didn't need your services this time, because I'm fairly certain that would have ended badly for all if you had to actually catch me. But thanks for always looking out for me!
Love, Daddy
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Father's Day
Dear Maddie,
So today I celebrated my third Father's Day, and each year it gets better and better. Today you (and I think your Mom helped) got me a great little poem, a card, and candy -
Those are Reese's Pieces in the jar - you gave me your Kryptonite, peanut butter!! That is how much you love me! And that handprint is just too cute. You're gonna stay this size, though, right?
I swear, I would have had you ten years ago if a) I had known your mom then, b) I wasn't a moron who didn't need kids, and c) it was physically possible to have exactly you back then. Even when you drive me up a wall, I love you so darn much it hurts! I mean, look at this picture we took of you tonight:
I was running you around the yard in your car as you yelled "Go fast, go fast!" We were careening between your slide and other little car, and you obviously enjoyed it. I did feel really bad, though, because five second after this I ran you into the fence to be funny (not at full speed, mind you), and you bumped your mouth on the steering wheel. Three seconds of crying and a kiss to make it "all better" and you were telling me to go fast again. Mental note - you were resilient at this age!
Currently you're in a phase of getting out of bed and coming to get in bed with us every morning about 4:30. While this is making me VERY tired the rest of the day and I KNOW you should probably be put back to bed, I just want to soak up the moments you want to snuggle with me. Ten years from now I might be lucky to get hugs out of a budding teenager, so I'm sorry for any permanent damage I cause from letting you sleep with us for an hour or two every morning.
I'll pay for your therapy, I promise!
Love, Daddy
So today I celebrated my third Father's Day, and each year it gets better and better. Today you (and I think your Mom helped) got me a great little poem, a card, and candy -
Those are Reese's Pieces in the jar - you gave me your Kryptonite, peanut butter!! That is how much you love me! And that handprint is just too cute. You're gonna stay this size, though, right?
I swear, I would have had you ten years ago if a) I had known your mom then, b) I wasn't a moron who didn't need kids, and c) it was physically possible to have exactly you back then. Even when you drive me up a wall, I love you so darn much it hurts! I mean, look at this picture we took of you tonight:
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| Definition: Pure Joy. |
I was running you around the yard in your car as you yelled "Go fast, go fast!" We were careening between your slide and other little car, and you obviously enjoyed it. I did feel really bad, though, because five second after this I ran you into the fence to be funny (not at full speed, mind you), and you bumped your mouth on the steering wheel. Three seconds of crying and a kiss to make it "all better" and you were telling me to go fast again. Mental note - you were resilient at this age!
Currently you're in a phase of getting out of bed and coming to get in bed with us every morning about 4:30. While this is making me VERY tired the rest of the day and I KNOW you should probably be put back to bed, I just want to soak up the moments you want to snuggle with me. Ten years from now I might be lucky to get hugs out of a budding teenager, so I'm sorry for any permanent damage I cause from letting you sleep with us for an hour or two every morning.
I'll pay for your therapy, I promise!
Love, Daddy
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Frozen
Dear Maddie,
One of your favorite movies right now (and really most every young child's favorite right now) is Frozen, which is actually a really good Disney movie. Even though you're two, it seems you have the songs down pat. Even when not watching the movie and listening to the soundtrack in the car, you make all the same comments and gestures that you do while watching it on television. Today we drove to church singing "Let It Go" together at the top of our lungs. You even get so into it you'll do a full out close-your-eyes-tight, mouth-wide-open high note. I'm fairly certain I look ridiculous whilst doing the same thing, but it's fun to do with you.
I'm actually amazed at your memory. You pick up on TV and movie characters very fast, and you remember places we've been after just going there once. Heck, you know we are near Paw Paw and GiGi's house by the turn off... a mile away. If we promise you something like a treat or chocolate, you darn don't forget to remind us of that. And we all know that you can't see a Publix without screaming "COOKIE!"
It's pretty unreal how much you remember stuff. Of course, we shouldn't be surprised. Your mom can remember every childhood event from her life, her brother's life, her friends' lives, and anyone who lived within a five-mile radius. I used to beat my parents at games of "Memory" when I was five, and they claim they never let me win. So you should have a good memory. I'll remind you of this when you casually "forget" things like chores and curfews in about a dozen years.
In the meantime, you continue to astound us with how smart you are. You figure things out like crazy and are not afraid of a challenge. Like last week you took the string off a balloon and it floated to the top of our very high living room ceiling (by the way - a week later and it is still there). You promptly began searching for things that could get you closer to that balloon and get it down, all while saying "Oh no, balloooooon!" Despite your best efforts and limited leaping abilities, the balloon stayed put. But darnit, you tried!
Oh, we are in trouble, you little creature of habit, because we can't get anything by you. I blame your mom, her memory is better than mine. However, I take full responsibility for the times you line things up in order of size and color. You'll grow out of it (maybe)!
I just tucked you in, and you reminded me twenty-two times to be right outside, because I told you I would be a few days ago and now that's a thing! Now I'm going to go tuck myself in, so when you get up at 5:59 AM I'll be ready. See you in the morning!
Love, Daddy
One of your favorite movies right now (and really most every young child's favorite right now) is Frozen, which is actually a really good Disney movie. Even though you're two, it seems you have the songs down pat. Even when not watching the movie and listening to the soundtrack in the car, you make all the same comments and gestures that you do while watching it on television. Today we drove to church singing "Let It Go" together at the top of our lungs. You even get so into it you'll do a full out close-your-eyes-tight, mouth-wide-open high note. I'm fairly certain I look ridiculous whilst doing the same thing, but it's fun to do with you.
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| This is Olaf, a funny little snowman from Frozen and a great way for Disney to make money on merchandising. It worked well, we bought you a stuffed Olaf. |
I'm actually amazed at your memory. You pick up on TV and movie characters very fast, and you remember places we've been after just going there once. Heck, you know we are near Paw Paw and GiGi's house by the turn off... a mile away. If we promise you something like a treat or chocolate, you darn don't forget to remind us of that. And we all know that you can't see a Publix without screaming "COOKIE!"
It's pretty unreal how much you remember stuff. Of course, we shouldn't be surprised. Your mom can remember every childhood event from her life, her brother's life, her friends' lives, and anyone who lived within a five-mile radius. I used to beat my parents at games of "Memory" when I was five, and they claim they never let me win. So you should have a good memory. I'll remind you of this when you casually "forget" things like chores and curfews in about a dozen years.
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| This was the original Memory game. It involved manual labor and not an XBox or iPad, if either of those exist when you ever read this. By the way, you've been able to operate my cell phone since before you could walk. GiGi still can't operate her cell phone and she's been able to walk for almost 60 years! |
In the meantime, you continue to astound us with how smart you are. You figure things out like crazy and are not afraid of a challenge. Like last week you took the string off a balloon and it floated to the top of our very high living room ceiling (by the way - a week later and it is still there). You promptly began searching for things that could get you closer to that balloon and get it down, all while saying "Oh no, balloooooon!" Despite your best efforts and limited leaping abilities, the balloon stayed put. But darnit, you tried!
Oh, we are in trouble, you little creature of habit, because we can't get anything by you. I blame your mom, her memory is better than mine. However, I take full responsibility for the times you line things up in order of size and color. You'll grow out of it (maybe)!
I just tucked you in, and you reminded me twenty-two times to be right outside, because I told you I would be a few days ago and now that's a thing! Now I'm going to go tuck myself in, so when you get up at 5:59 AM I'll be ready. See you in the morning!
Love, Daddy
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