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.
"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.
I think that one of these days, Chloe and Cole are going to grow up and seek careers in law enforcement. Why do I think this? Because they demonstrate a heightened sense of justice? Because of their desire to see wrongs righted?
One night at the dinner table, I watched Cole eat. He scooped up some sweet potatoes and placed them on top of a nacho cheese Dorito. Then he ate it.
Cole came to me crying. This in itself is not unusual. Cole cries at a lot of things. If he gets in trouble. If Chloe says or does something mean to him. When he has to go to bed.
This Christmas, I've been a man on a mission. When I was a child, Christmas was one of my favorite times of the year. I have many happy memories tied to the holiday.
I was standing at the deli counter in a local grocery store, waiting my turn. Cole was with me and I was holding him in my arms. I leaned forward to give him a kiss on his little cheek. His cheek tasted so good, I gave him another kiss. And another. And another.
We went shopping while it was raining. I got out of the van, opened my umbrella and held it so Chloe and Cole could get out. Together we walked toward the store's entrance, timing our steps so that we all stayed under the umbrella together.
"Get your feet down, Chloe."
It was morning, and Chloe was watching me iron my shirt and pants for the day.
As we were getting ready for church one morning, Chloe dropped a bombshell. She said she didn't want to go to church.
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