Decker and Gibson,
Something I love about you guys … we ribbit. One of you guys stand in front of me, I hold you under the armpits, and I launch you into the air. You come back down, I catch you under the armpits, you bend your knees and we do it again. You guys love hopping around like frogs.
Anytime I want you guys to go somewhere, like brush teeth, or go upstairs, or go into the kitchen, I say, “Want to ribbit?” You always want to go. You both love it! Decker, you say, “Can you ribbit me?” Gibson, you say, “Ribbit!!”
It’s the best. A little rough on my back sometimes, but, the best nonetheless!
I’ll miss the ribbit when you guys get too big.
Love you guys!
Dad