Denny's Again

14 May 2013

Dear Josslyn,

We went to Denny's again for dinner tonight. It's Tuesday so we usually plan on eating out because we rush to do the paper delivery route before mom goes to Young Women's.

You're sick again, nothing serious just a real stuffy nose.

You and mom picked me up from work and we started delivering the papers. You kept us entertained by saying the alphabet the way you do (saying letters in random order).

You don't count much any more. It's hard to get you to say, "one, two, free!" Now it's more, "A, E, I, Q, O,..."

I was really excited when you first started doing letters with me, but I feel bad I distracted you from getting past the 3 threshold, after hitting it so early.

While waiting for your star-shaped chicken nuggets to arrive you and I actually practiced writing letters for the first time.

You held the crayon, while I helped guide your hand while saying the letter we were writing.

You really enjoyed it. It, and the mango smoothie I shared with you, are about the only thing I think you enjoyed today.

You didn't love riding in the car, and you didn't eat much dinner. You are really quick to tantrum the past day or two. Your mom and I are giving you a pass as you are clearly uncomfortable and not sleeping well.

After dropping mom off at the church, you and I headed back to the Issaquah Press office to  put more papers in plastic bags, so we  could finish the route.

You and I finished and headed back towards home. It was almost 8 pm by then so I considered just going to church and picking up mom, but decided a bath might help you feel better.

You took a quick bath and mom came home while we were getting your bottle.

Your asleep now. It went much better tonight than it did yesterday. You and I got really frustrated with each other last night, and it took mom magic to calm you down. You wanted nothing to do with me.

I'm feeling pretty lost right now. My emotions and visions sure the future go up and down at least daily.

You and mom are my only constants.

Thanks.

Love,
Dad