24 Months - June 2011

Okay Tess, your Mom finally got her way and I’m writing you your two year letter. Wow, did I just say two? I have absolutely no idea where the last two years went. It seems like yesterday when we finally brought you to Kanab and you had to lay in the tanning bed looking thing for your jaundice. You were completely bald, now your hair is all over the place. You didn’t make a sound, now you never stop. You were nice and sweet, now, well lets just say, not so much. You have the ability that every father of a daughter fears; you can turn the charm on in an instant. You can be the meanest little terd that I have ever seen, then on the spot turn in to the sweetest little thing I have ever seen. It drives me crazy!

A while back you decided that you had had enough of me teasing you and decided to bite my head. It made us laugh for weeks. Just recently you bit Toby because he wouldn’t move. That made us more then just a little concerned. Luckily for you, your mom is the exact same way, so we don’t think there is anything seriously wrong with you. One time when she was pregnant with Logan she got so mad at me (Imagine that), that she jumped on me while I was standing up and tried to take me down. Well, she is as light as a feather so I didn’t budge but the front row seat I had of that will go down as one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Your mom hates it when I laugh at her when she’s mad. And apparently so do you. I never imagined that a kid could throw a fit like you can. Just yesterday morning you got so mad at me for taking your wet dirty diaper off that you screamed so bad you were shaking. When I threw the diaper out the front door you started hanging from the door knob, screaming at the top of your lungs and shaking so hard that I thought the door knob was going to fall off. So I took you to your room, put you in your crib and left for a minute. I went back in and asked if you were OK. You looked up at me with those big brown eyes, batted your eye lashes, and said yes with the sweetest little tone I’ve ever heard. Then you proceeded to say sorry and I asked if you wanted to get out. (I can thank Aunt Lisa for this answer). You stuck your bottom lip out and said, “Pwitty Pease”. Well, a dad can’t resist that now can he? Lets just say you get your way more then you should.

This past month has been fun with you. You are talking way more. Every night when I put you in bed I always say, “Love you so much”! Then you say back to me, “Wuv ou much”! I love it. You can pretty much repeat anything we say to you. I think Logan gets a little tired of you repeating him. But, every time we ask him if he likes his sister, he has always said yes. You have also picked up a very cute two year old version of Twinkle Little Star that I could sit and listen to all day. You can count to ten and say the majority of the ABCs. As a father I couldn’t be more proud.

I have said since the day you were born that I hoped you would be ugly until the age of 30 but I don’t think I will get my wish. You are so darn cute and have the best little personality (When you want to). I’m afraid I will be going gray soon and will have to buy a few more shot guns for when you are older. I’m going to have a hard time not wanting to always keep you under lock and key. I will be putting Logan through vigorous training to help me keep the boys away. You will probably hate me when you get older. But deal with it. I’m your dad and you’re stuck with me!

Tess, I love you more then you can ever imagine. It took me a while to come around to the idea of daughter, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’m not saying I want more, but I’m so thankful to have you. Just remember that Logan and I will drive you crazy and the more ticked off you get the more it will fuel us. I’m sorry about that but that’s just the way we are. Your mom can give you pointers on how to deal with us, if she sticks around long enough to ask her. Just kidding, you have the best mom imaginable. Just the fact the she stays with us says wonders about how great she it. Always listen to her. I hope you will allow her to be your best friend as you get older. She will correct all the damage I do as a dad. I promise I will always try to do my best. Have patience with me and always know that I'm only doing what I honestly feel is best.

I love you so much!

Dad

"Fishing" at Panguitch Lake.

Just like dad!

So excited for presents. You kept saying "Logan's turn!" I don't think you could quite believe they were all for you.

The goods and you showing us how old you are.

The cupcake face.