A few weeks ago, Amy's parents and 13-year-old niece (Emma) came for a visit. Thirteen! I remember when she was born! I also remember a specific event from when she was 2.
Cole and I were together the other day when out of the blue he said, "Don't get your attitude out. You can't be a big boy if you do." One of his teachers had probably said it at school and as a result, Cole learned an important life lesson: control your attitude.
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.
The other day Cole and I were sitting around hanging out together. Out of the blue, he looked at me and said, "I want to be an adult."
I came home late, because Amy had given me a night to myself.
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