i brag on him plenty.
I'm talking about the hubs. the baby daddy. the best man I know.
I think it's rough for dads in the beginning. at least it was in our experience.
I got to bond with baby d inside my belly for 9 months. feel his moves, hiccups, kicks, and think about him every waking (and sleeping) moment. Then, the doctor pulled him outta my belly and was here here ya go, you're a dad now! Go do dad stuff! haha. In the beginning it's all crying and pooping and wanting mommy (because lets face it, boobs are AWESOME!). he took care of both of us (physically and emotionally) in ways I never knew we would need. I have always loved seeing my boys together, but for some reason now that d is getting older I love it even more. the way he runs to dada after bath time, the way he lights up for him when he gets home from work, the way he watches him cut the grass from the window. Chris always lets d 'help' him make coffee in the morning and is never too busy to read him a book. they spend a good amount of time alone together while I'm at work. I love the pictures they send. usually in pajamas still at noon, eating mcdonalds for dinner and other things mommy does not allow haha
this past week Chris was out of town for work and he had a little time to kill before moving on to the next location. he stopped in a toy store and bought something for d. (actually, found something he liked and ordered it on amazon from his phone because it was cheaper) handsome and thrifty! he's mine! It came in today... a mini-4wheeler. he put it together and showed d how to ride. as I was uploading the pictures tonight I just got overwhelmed. I am so blessed. I am so thankful for the husband he is to me, but even more so the dad he is to our baby. I just don't brag on him enough.
he would rather push than ride... #thatsmykid
