My kids are blessed to have a fabulous father, the best really. They call him Papa. I know he is not the only father out there who delights in his kids and genuinely enjoys spending time with them, but he is the one I get to witness everyday and so I can say without a doubt, he's the best.
When I asked Parker what he loves about his Papa, he listed off a number of activities they do together - riding bikes, reading books, getting body slammed, and the most treasured...playing chase, to name a few. He also makes them pancakes for breakfast, lets them kick the ball around in the house, and takes them on the most fun outings. Out of the two of us, he's definitely the fun one. But let there be no mistake. It also takes him less than a second to let them know he means business. Don't mess with that.
The seemingly boundless energy that got him into trouble as a kid (and who are we kidding - still gets him into trouble sometimes as an adult) is one of his greatest assets as a father. I know I benefit from that energy. He's the first to jump out of bed in the middle of the night when Monroe wakes up to eat. I of course have what the kid wants, but David never fails to get to him first to try soothing him. He doesn't hesitate to tackle Conway's diaper (while tirelessly reminding him that next time he can tell us before he goes in his diaper and then he'll get to use the big boy potty). And he greets Parker's 100th request for a rousing game of chase with a smile every time.
He's their clear favorite, which I could be offended by, but then I remind myself that he's my favorite too. So who can blame them.
Happy Belated Father's Day David. You are the best. And you are our favorite.
When I asked Parker what he loves about his Papa, he listed off a number of activities they do together - riding bikes, reading books, getting body slammed, and the most treasured...playing chase, to name a few. He also makes them pancakes for breakfast, lets them kick the ball around in the house, and takes them on the most fun outings. Out of the two of us, he's definitely the fun one. But let there be no mistake. It also takes him less than a second to let them know he means business. Don't mess with that.
The seemingly boundless energy that got him into trouble as a kid (and who are we kidding - still gets him into trouble sometimes as an adult) is one of his greatest assets as a father. I know I benefit from that energy. He's the first to jump out of bed in the middle of the night when Monroe wakes up to eat. I of course have what the kid wants, but David never fails to get to him first to try soothing him. He doesn't hesitate to tackle Conway's diaper (while tirelessly reminding him that next time he can tell us before he goes in his diaper and then he'll get to use the big boy potty). And he greets Parker's 100th request for a rousing game of chase with a smile every time.
He's their clear favorite, which I could be offended by, but then I remind myself that he's my favorite too. So who can blame them.
Happy Belated Father's Day David. You are the best. And you are our favorite.
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