Dear Holly: I Bought a Mystery Machine T-Shirt Because of You!

6 years, 10 months.

Dear Holly,

I happened to randomly take you to Kohl’s to help me shop for some cool new t-shirts for the new year. I chose one with Bob Dylan, to which you commented, “He looks a little bit bumpy.” I didn’t even bother with a follow-up question, as somehow, I think I knew what you meant.

You then saw one featuring The Mystery Machine, along with that famous group of crime-solving teens and their mostly English-speaking Great Dane.

Later than day, due to your brother wanting to binge-watch Young Sheldon, our household ended up getting HBO Max. As I apathetically scrolled through the offerings of the streaming channel, I noticed Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! was included in our subscription.

It didn’t take long before you and I started binging the TV show, based on the t-shirt you chose for me at Kohl’s.

Your immediate observation after the first episode was this: “Daddy, Shaggy is the most scared out of everyone, but he still tries to have fun.”

Yes, as a 6 year-old, you accurately described what it means to be an Enneagram 6 with a dominant 7 wing; which happens to be my Enneagram type, as well.

All because you picked out that t-shirt for my to buy at Kohl’s!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your New, Very Own Drill

12 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

Last week I was saying how Mommy bought you a certain drill you need, to be able to make it easier to rebuild Hot Wheels cars. Well… it arrived this week in the mail, and you love it!

It was immediately clear how proud you were to officially own your first power tool. You carefully read all the instructions and make sure it was properly charged before you used it.

This past weekend largely consisted of either you at the kitchen table using your drill, or you out in the driveway painting the cars you are custom rebuilding.

I feel a feeling this is more than phase.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Our 1st Father-Daughter Dance at Your School

6 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

While you and I went to our first Father-Daughter Dance last year at our church, this year made the first time ever that your school has  hosted one.

We were the first there and the last to leave!

The entire time, you and I were up front, right across from the DJ and the strobe lights and the speakers.

You and I are such a perfect match for a Father-Daughter Dance. We never sat down!

I felt bad for some of the dads there, because their daughters didn’t want to dance; so they mainly just sat in the bleachers the whole time.

Not you! Not me!

It was a party in the USA!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: When You Get to Hang Out with Mommy

12 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Friday night while your sister and I were out at her school’s Father-Daughter Dance, you and Mommy went out for pizza at Frankie’s.

It is clearly so important to you that you get to spend one-on-one time with Mommy any chance you can.

I am always happy for you when this works out. As a family, we always do our best to create time and space for us all to hang out in pairs; as it is it is undeniable that we need to respect the dynamics of who we are when we are not all four together.

Also, that reminds me… the four of us do need to go to Frankie’s for dinner some time. Our family has never all been there at the same time!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Helped Mommy Make Chocolate Pie!

6 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

It is no secret that you love to be helping. This weekend, you were so excited to learn that Mommy was making a chocolate pie for our family.

When I returned home from buying groceries on Saturday, I saw that you literally put in a “helping hand”.

Your entire hand, and mouth, was fully covered in chocolate.

I can’t say either way whether that improved or hurt the quality of the pie.

What I do know is, our family enjoyed having a little slice of it each night this week after dinner.

So keep helping Mommy make pies!

Love,

Daddy