Dear Jack: Jenga by Candlelight

9 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack: Jenga by Candlelight

Dear Jack,

Exactly a week ago, Nonna was in town as your sister was still recovering from having the flu. That was the day when Mommy had to come home late, so by the time you got home from school, it was just the three of you as I drove home for work.

While I was still in the town over from where we live, I noticed all the street lights had stopped working. So by the time I got home, it was no surprise to see that our entire neighborhood was without power.

As the sun was quickly going down, Nonna lit a candle in the kitchen. You all played Jenga by candlelight.

Fortunately, you didn’t play too long by the time I arrived, before the power magically turned back on; right as it finally got completely dark outside.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your Spider-Man Balloon with Extra Helium

3 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

As you were still recovering last week from the flu, Papa bought you a Spiderman balloon to help cheer you up.

Though you received it a few weeks ago when you stayed with Nonna and Papa in Alabama, the balloon made its way back to our home in Tennessee.

This weekend, as you were playing with the balloon, Mommy snuck up behind you.

She grabbed you by the waist and picked you up, making you think the helium in the balloon was so powerful that the balloon was pulling you up in the air.

Even now, I’m not sure if you realized it was just a trick!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Wearing Fake Glasses for Fun

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Thursday, you had your much anticipated music program for the 3rd grade. The theme was “Science Rocks”. Your music teacher had you all dress up as scientists.

She suggested you go to the dollar store and buy a cheap set of frames; then bust out lens, using the glasses as part of your costume.

You were so happy about your fake glasses for the music program, you started wearing them for fun on the weekend… and then to school a few days leading up to the performance.

Granted, you did a great job singing all the songs- but those glasses made you proud to sing that much harder.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: That Sauce That Doesn’t Make My Mouth Hurt

3 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

As you are now approaching your 4th birthday, your eating habits are transitioning into “real meals”, as opposed to just a series of fruit pouches and different versions of mac and cheese.

You pretty much daily eat baby carrots and chicken. Last week, you requested to me, “Daddy, I want that sauce that doesn’t make my mouth hurt.”

Through a little bit of deductive reasoning, I figured out you were asking for Ranch dressing to dip your carrots and chicken in.

To a 3 year-old, that’s the best way to request Ranch dressing; to disassociate it from Daddy’s hot sauce you see me eating with every meal.

Granted, you’ve never had any of my hot sauce, but you want to make sure you don’t!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You’re Becoming Aware of a Sense of Fashion

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

As you’re now in the 2nd half of your 3rd grade school year, I am noticing the acute progression of how you are starting to care more about what you wear… and your hair.

I am sensing that halfway into 3rd grade, part of the culture is to start trying to stand out with what you wear to school.

So when you proudly wore your new WWE wrestling shirt to school, I knew to immediately ask you when I got home, “Did anyone notice your new shirt?”

I see this is as the beginning of you discovering the fine line between presenting yourself as an individual, while at the same time between aware of what is current and trending.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: More Training to Be a Cage Fighter

3 years, 8 months.

Dear Holly

In the aftermath of your brother creating a new before-bedtime-battle game using his toy weapons and armor, it was no surprise that this lead to more battle training downstairs in the living room during dinner prep.

Your brother let you choose your weapon: a small plastic sword.

He genuinely taught you how to attack him, despite the armor he was wearing.

You loved it!

You brother enjoyed having such a trainable little student as a soldier in training.

It was a good idea that he spent $10 of his allowance money on plastic at The Dollar Tree.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your Newly Invented “Before-Bedtime-Battles” Game

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Earlier this week, you accidentally invented a new game as we were getting ready for bed time. I was taking the hamster out of his aquarium for the night; meanwhile you were going through your bottom dresser drawer.

I learned that’s where you keep all your toy weapons and armor; all purposed from the Dollar Tree.

As I sat on the bed with hamster, you decided to put on some armor, choose a weapon, and then throw me a black foam ball that was in the drawer too.

“See if you can hit with the ball, Daddy,” you insisted.

So I put the hamster back in his aquarium and we engaged in the battle.

That was Monday. We’ve been playing this game every night since then.

Love,

Daddy