February 26, 2011
February 23, 2011
Ayow yo Dada.
I remember it like I remember the first time you ran to me as I walked in the front door after work. This time I was walking to the door, leaving for an overnight trip. I had already kissed you goodbye while you were preoccupied with one of your books on the couch. Before I got to the front of the house, you came running, knowing that I was leaving. So I hugged and kissed you again. Then as your mom stood in the doorway holding your sister, I walked outside. Before the glass door shut, you said it. I couldn't help but stop and smile. When I looked back you were waving at me and smiling too. I had to respond. I couldn't let those words go unacknowledged. So I blew you a kiss. We'd never done that before, but you caught on and returned it.
As I drove down I-95, I could think only of that moment. You saying those words was another one of those moments that will stick with me forever. There will be days when I need those memories. We all have them. Days that are long or difficult, tiring or frustrating. On those days, I'll pull out memories like this, and think about how much I love you too.
February 20, 2011
February 17, 2011
February 14, 2011
She asked me, "why would you want to have kids? They take up all your TV time and you can't go out and do anything fun." She has never come home to see her little Bear, big blue eyes looking up, blurting an innocent "dadadada." I still remember the first time you, Joy, came running to me. I would say I wish I had it on camera, but it has a special place in my mind that I'm not sure I'll never forget. And while she may be right about certain times, like cleaning up the puke that filled your entire car-seat that day (don't worry, your sister uses that seat now...), there truly is nothing better than a surprise hug. I could only smile at her and shake my head.
Then I realized it's Valentine's day. And she's single. While I hope she is happy, I realized that she may have been trying to tear down two institutions that make me the happiest: marriage and fatherhood. All in the name of helping herself feel better. I hope this isn't what was happening, but it was very convenient on a day when love and relationships are celebrated.
It made me sad. If only she could know the feeling of being loved by three wonderful people. Or be happy in her own situation. I pray she can find that happiness. And I pray that you girls will too, now and in the future, whether or not you get married. If I could tell you two things today, I'd say first, there is absolutely no feeling like the love I have for you two. Indescribable. (I tried once. I think I utterly failed). This is a source of great happiness for me. Second, don't let your happiness come at the expense of others'.
February 12, 2011
February 9, 2011
This is an important lesson to keep in mind because we all make mistakes at some point in our lives. Wrong decisions, stupid words, or a clumsy step happen to us all. What's important is how you react to it. There are those who will simply never try again. Why bother? I got it wrong this time, I'll just do something else instead and spare myself the embarrassment. Then there are those who get back up; those that realize their mistakes, learn from them, and start running again.
Sometimes dads need to remember this lesson too. So let's get up and run together.
February 6, 2011
1. Say please and thank you.
2. Share your cookies.
3. Don't poop in the tub, especially when you've got company.
Apparently one of you needs work on number 3.
February 5, 2011
February 3, 2011
February 1, 2011
Apparently I need a remedial class on animals. I saw a horse today and told you it was a cow. You got the noise right though with an aggressive “mooooooooooooo”. Your mom decided that she’d be the one to teach you two about animals. With that, we had to set some ground rules. Turns out I’m responsible for teaching you left and right, colors, and animal sounds. Your mom gets the animals themselves, girl-things, and feelings. You can come to me any time, about anything, including those things that are officially your mom’s. But if you ask me about a bra or something, I just might tell you mooooo.