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Dear Dadda,

I love you very, very much. I’m glad that you’re my dadda. I like watching the Dodgers with you. I like it when you sing with me before bedtime. I like it when you help me brush my teeth. I like to play in the pool with you. I like it when you help me pick out clothes for the day and that you let me wear any socks and shoes I want, whether they match or not. I like that when I wake up in the middle of the night you always come to make sure that I’m ok.

I made you a card and I tried to post a picture of it here, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. I’m only 2, you know. Maybe you can help me do it later.

Happy Father’s Day. I love you.

Love,

Abby

Now I am feeling better. That was just a false start last week. Now, except for this cough that JUST WON’T GO AWAY, I’m much better now. So, I’m going to get back into a daily-ish picture, some running commmentary on just how cool it is to be your dad, and an update on other things going on.

First thing, last night your Great-grandfather (my grandfather) Bob (we called him Pa, not to be confused with Papa) died in Palm Springs. He was diagnosed with Cancer several months ago, but that’s not what lead to his passing. It was just his time to go and he’ll be sorely missed. I wish I could write about that ONE great memory I had with him, but honestly, I can’t. I just have this feeling from being a kid and knowing how cool he was. He lived with me when we were all out in Illinois and I remember, when back in California, wishing that he’d come out to live with us again. He eventually did move out to California, but not to live with us. He was a cool old guy and I’m bummed that he’s gone. Although he was quite and reserver, that will be missing from all of our family get-togethers and that makes me sad. He liked Black coffee, any time, day or night. I’ve never seen anyone able to drink a full cup of black coffee and then take a nap, again, anytime day or night. Like I said, he’ll be missed, we love and miss you Pa.

On to something a little lighter. Last night you and I were watching game 5 of the Stanley Cup finals (because secretly we’re Canadians!) and you said Poke Check! Holy Crap, if that wasn’t the coolest thing since you recognized Hockey on the TV, even though we don’t watch a lot of it. It’s like you ‘Just Know’ about hockey. I’m thinking maybe you’ve got a little bit of the Canadian knowledge in your head from some previous ancestor or something.

Anyway, now it’s time to get back on track. More postings to come internets … I promise!

Well, Abster, your daddy turns 30 today.  I’ve been trying to get you to say Happy Birthday all day, but you won’t even try.    You have been making him a card this morning so that will have to do.

So, for the both of us, I say Happy 30th Birthday, Ryan.  We love you.  Big Big.

I’m amazed at the word explosion you have had lately.  But that’s the way it works, it seems.  You will pick up a word here and there, but usually your word acquisition comes in bursts.  All of a sudden you’ll have 5 or 6 new words out of the blue.  Your latest words are:  milk, pants, shirt, night-night, cookie, and cake.  Oh, and my favorite:  nice.  As a descriptor for something that just happened.  For example, you threw the ball at Grandma Janie’s house last night and then said, “nice”.  Complimenting your own skillz (yes, with a z).  Nice.

Here is a list of some things about you that just amaze me:

1. Almost every day you seem to learn a new word. Today that word is “meow”. You pointed to a picture of a cat, said “meow” as if you had been doing it every day for a thousand years, and then went on your merry way. Even though I’ve been trying to get you to do cute animal sounds like Finley for months now and you haven’t even pretended to humor me.

2. Your love of pajamas. You would wear them all day, every day, if I’d let you. You bring them to me randomly in the middle of the day and try to remove your regular clothes so we can put them on. How do you know the difference between regular clothes and pajamas? I’ve tried to put regular clothes on you by telling you they were pajamas, but you aren’t fooled. Its not like I try to put ugly clothes on you. Your clothes are pretty kickin’.

3. Your love of baseball. You love to watch it. You love to wear your Dodger hat. You love to play baseball in the backyard. For hours. Hitting the ball off of the tee. Throwing the ball to me or Daddy or Brian. Chasing the ball for me when I hit it. I’m going to have to get you a glove and teach you proper fielding.

4. Your love of swings. Whenever we go to the park your favorite place to be is definitely the swings. I think we could spend two hours at the park just swinging and you would be perfectly content. And you get mad when anyone else tries to use the swings, even if you aren’t using them. They’re your swings. Although you have recently discovered the joy of the slide. Thank goodness, because that’s in the shade.

5. Your vision. We were at the park today and you suddenly said “dog dog” and pointed and I said, “no, sweetie, there’s no dog dog here”, but sure enough, way in the distance, barely viewable by the naked eye was a man walking a small dog. Right where you were pointing. I stand corrected.

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