A look back at my #1 Daughter... Kallee Boo's

The First two and half years with Boo-Boo’s

I was thinking about what makes Kallee well, Kallee. I am trying now to put down to words what I think of my daughter, my thoughts of her and why she makes me feel the way I do as a father.

I think of how she struggled through a very tough start with rashes all over her body. How she still has skin irritations and how her thumb has a huge callous from where she has sucked it dry.

I think about her pointing at everything to tell you what she wants or how she grabs your hand to move you to the right place to help her. Kallee is the master of non-verbal communication and the word no.

I love how she gets excitable about things and she shows happiness and anger and fear so easily you never have to worry about what she is thinking. I love that she hates being woke up early and she does not like getting out of bed until she is ready. I also love that she has not learned how to get out of her bed.

I love/hate the fact that she likes to be around me and climb on me and stick her face right in front of mine as if she is trying to read my eyes. I love that she likes to sit on my lap and that she does not care that Uncle Boyd does not to pick her up. She will stand there on his feet until he does.

I love that she is a free spirit and she is self-confident and is not waned of her opinion easily. Kallee will fight and fight if you try to force her will, but she does understand if you reason with her. Kallee does not give in easily and she can be a real jerk, but in the end she is definitely a happy jerk.

Kallee’s laugh makes me smile and the way she looks when she is trying to open something is a kick. She shakes her whole body and grinds her teeth and opens her eyes real wide… It coveys that she is working real hard, and that you really should help her. I love her guttural low growl laugh she has when she is being mischievous.

I love the way Kallee runs on her tippy toes with her arms out. I will remember how much she loves her treats. I will remember the piggy-tail look and that her face always seemed to be dirty. I love her frown and how she burrowed her eyebrows in the “I am annoyed and you should go away” look, or when she does tell you to go away….. ouch.

Most of all I love how she is when she sees me when I pick her up from school or the grandparents or wherever. When she runs so hard and fast into my legs and say’s “daddy!”. That is a great memory in my book.