Dear Jack: Holding the “Kitty Burrito” in the Golf Cart

10 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

We spent Labor Day weekend in Alabama, where you were able to have an ongoing sleepover at your cousins’ house.

It was a perfect time for you to be able to ride in, and drive, your Uncle Andrew’s new golf cart.

I happened to be there when you swooped up when of their pet cats in a towel in would I would understandably call a “kitty burrito”.

I’m not sure that the cat should have enjoyed her ride on the golf cart while wrapped up in a towel, but apparently she did.

Because she definitely made no effort to squirm.

Maybe it was somehow soothing, like a day at the spa.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Our New Pet Hamster, Beta “Bear” Shell

10 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

Two weeks. Two whole weeks.

That’s how long we made it as a family before we collectively decided we were ready to have a pet hamster again; after processing the loss of our first hamster, Alpha.

A conversation never had to take place as a family as to what our new hamster’s name would be.

Clearly, Alpha was the first… so Beta would be the second.

I think we are the perfect owners for Beta; as he didn’t get adopted until later. He is already about 6 months old, whereas Alpha was closer to 3 months old.

Beta is not as tame as Alpha was, but Beta is also a lot more independent. Not all hamsters have the same personality.

Who knows? Maybe Beta will eventually want to be held as much as Alpha did. But for now, he’s at peace just hanging out in his aquarium and playing in the cardboard mansions you make him.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: My Daily Narration of “Little Holly’s Big Day”

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

A tradition that has been going on ever you could speak well enough to understand me is that anytime I take you anywhere, I lean over and softly say, as if I was reading the title of a children’s book to a classroom food of kids:

Little Holly’s Big Day.

I pretend that every event I am taking you to is like the first time you are ever doing it.

And when I say “Little Holly”, I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure you’re the smallest kid in your class.

That was pretty evident when last Friday, the entire school wore the official school t-shirt.

Mommy ordered the smallest possible size for you, but it was noticeably way too big on you!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Daddy’s Pink Pickle Appetizers

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

You and I share the most favorite foods out of everyone in our family.

For example, we both hate popcorn and don’t really like bread.

But we are also the only people in our house eat bacon; and will often eat it on a daily basis.

Our newest discovery is our shared appreciation of sliced cucumbers covered in pink Himalayan salt.

It’s now becoming a daily tradition that before I start working on dinner, you request: “Daddy, are you going to make the pink pickles?”

And no matter how much salt I pour over them, you always ask me to make them even more pink.

And you’re always right: They can always use more pink salt!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Taekwondo is a Great Fit for You!

10 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

For the past few years now, you’ve been asking to take martial arts lessons. Well, the time has finally come:

You officially started taking taekwondo last week at a place right around the corner from where we live.

I can appreciate being there to watch you during your lessons. It’s obvious you need and crave the organized structure. You also specifically like the fact that so much of the lesson is spoken in Korean.

You started just in time, because they are having an official picnic at the park for all the students and parents to be able to meet each other.

I am so happy to be involved in taking you to these classes and see your appreciation of being there.

Love,

Daddy