I'm just going to skip right over the part where I talk about how I just don't have time to post, because I think it is going to be a feature of the next 15-20 years, and I don't want everyone to get sick of it. So...
It's been a while. A lot has happened, and by a lot, i mean a lot!!! So much that I have not had time... whoops. This isn't easy.
We are at the point now where Harry is 3 1/2, going on 4, and Rachel is almost 19 months! Harry is still being Harry, with his craziness and energy, and Rachel is quickly becoming herself. We just got word that Rachel is now the bully of the 12-18 month class at Goddard. Apparently she has been tackling the other kids, and she laughs every time she does it. And apparently, it's not that popular with her classmates.
Harry is growing as well, although we've hit a bit of a snag lately. He still wants to be independent most of the time, but now that he sees the attention Rachel gets for being the baby, he's been backsliding just a bit. He's also as rotten as can be:
He was going to spend the night at Mamaw & Papaw's the other night, and we had this conversation:
Me: Harry, I sure am going to miss you while you're gone.
Harry: Daddy, I'm not going to miss you!!!
Me: You don't think you'll miss me at all?
Harry: No. I'll be at Mamaw & Papaw's.
So the next day he comes home, and the whole thing is repeated:
Me: Harry, I really missed you while you were gone!
Harry: Really? I didn't miss you.
At this point I was feeling really great about myself and my fathering abilities. Luckily, I finally got what I was looking for when I put him to bed that night:
Me: Good night good night good night!!! Love you love you love you!!!!
Harry: Dad?
Me (thinking he was just stalling): Yes, Harry, what is it?
Harry: I really did miss you while I was at Mamaw & Papaw's.
Me (with dust getting in my eyes): I missed you, too, buddy.
