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Leave a comment Posted on August 31, 2023 Enneagram, fatherhood, parenting, Uncategorized

Dear Holly: I Finally Figured Out Our Family’s Enneagram Numbers

7 years, 5 months.

Dear Holly,

You remind me a few times a week how tired you are of me talking about Enneagram. I can’t really apologize, though. After all, your dad just happens to be a certified Enneagram coach who is in the process of writing a book about Enneagram.

So naturally, that topic is going to come up a lot!

It took a lot of trial and error, based on multiple books, and little thanks to online tests.

But now I couldn’t be any more confident:

I am an Enneagram 9 Wing 1: Mediator leaning towards a Perfectionist.

Mommy is an Enneagram 8 Wing: Challenger leaning towards a Mediator.

Jack is an Enneagram 5 Wing 4: Investigator leaning towards an Individualist.

You are an Enneagram 2 Wing 3: Helper leaning towards an Achiever.

Love,

Daddy

Leave a comment Posted on August 17, 2023 fatherhood, Storytelling, Uncategorized

Dear Holly: Our Trip to the County Fair This Year

7 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

The Williamson County Fair has become so popular and so crowded, that we decided to go on a school night for the first time!

With you and your brother being older now, it’s nice being able to get away with things like that.

We didn’t really have to worry about traffic getting there or lines to get on rides.

Otherwise, we would be waiting in a line that goes for miles, just to get off the Interstate.

So, lesson learned: From now on, we will always go to the County Fair on Thursday night.

The County Fair was a hit and we all had fun!

Love,

Daddy

Leave a comment Posted on August 10, 2023 fatherhood, parenting, Storytelling, Uncategorized

Dear Holly: You’re Now in the 2nd Grade!

7 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

I keep forgetting you’re not in 1st grade anymore!

This is now your 3rd year in Elementary School.

For this first week, they are still figuring out the bus schedules, so I have been walking you to and from school each day in order to keep you from being late.

Since we take the shortcut alongside the cornfield behind our house, I have to pick up you and carry you for a ways across the grass; so you don’t get all soggy like my boots do instead.

Once we get to the field, you always say, “Yay! The Daddy Chair!

Because I pick you up, then hold you just like a chair you would sit in, as we traverse the dewey grass.

It’s quite fancy.

You must be special or something!