We have a grocery store nearby that makes the best doughnuts I think I've ever tasted. Once every few weeks, I'll take Chloe and Cole to get some doughnuts.
I'm dressed and ready to go, but I can't find my boots. I look for them in the closet, but they aren't there.
A few weeks ago, we got Cole some new shoes. When he put them on, though, he looked like he was unsure whether he liked them or not.
Getting the children to go to sleep each night is often an exercise in frustration. If they can find any excuse - no matter how small - for getting out of bed and prolonging having to go to sleep, they'll use it.
I'll admit that before becoming a father, I had some preconceived notions about what fatherhood would be like. I figured I'd walk in the door after a long day and the kids would run up, yelling and screaming in their excitement to see me.
I'm a guy. This means I have a genetic defect which prevents me from properly matching colors. It wasn't a big deal when I was a single man. I was perfectly comfortable wearing only black, white and various shades of gray.
I don't remember what he'd done, but Cole had done something he wasn't supposed to. I got down on his level and told him not only what he'd done was wrong, but why.
I went in to kiss Chloe good night. She put one of her little hands on each side of my face, leaned in close and said, "You are the cutest, cutest, cutest man. I love you so much because you are my favorite daddy. I was very happy when God made you on the earth."
One afternoon, Chloe wanted to watch a movie. In a completely unplanned turn of events, I reached for the remote at the same time she walked toward the TV. I hit the power button just as Chloe touched the TV screen.
There are certain times when my kids make me so proud. Cole mooning an entire restaurant, however, was not one of those times.
Last weekend, Cole came up to me with a wad of papers in his hands. "Here Daddy," he said as he gave them to me, "it's money."
I came along behind Chloe and swept her up into my arms. She looked at me with a surprised expression on her face and said, "Daddy, you're strong!"
Know what I love about Saturdays? Naptime. Today when I was getting Chloe into bed, she asked me, "Daddy where are we going when we wake up from nap?" I told her we weren't going anywhere, but that we were going to stay at the house. "Are Cole and I going to go outside later?" "I guess you can. But right now you need to go to sleep." "Where are ...
"For hours" is Chloe's new saying when she's bored. She uses the phrase in the following contexts: "We've been driving for hours." "We've been watching this movie for hours" (depending on what the movie's about, I may actually agree with her assessment).
Chloe and Cole are not very good at hide and seek. We played the game in the house the other day. I told them to go hide somewhere and I would be "it." I told them I would count to 20, then come looking for them. If I found them, I won. If I didn't find them, they won.
Thanksgiving is a self-defining holiday. It's a time for giving thanks; more specifically, it's a time for giving thanks to God for his provision in our lives.
One day while we were at one of Cole's soccer games, a bee stung Chloe on her cheek.
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