Yes, I am a little late getting to this, but as you will soon find out, that is pretty much the story of my life!
The little darlin' is lucky - he's got arguably one of the best dad's on the planet. He'll never be one of those 1950's "Do as your father say's", brings home the bacon, runs the house, kinda Father's, but he is the type of Dad who'll be up at 5:30am to play with the little darlin' after walking back and forth with him for hours through the night. The type that firmly believes that when dealing with kids you *must* be on your hands and knees, so that you can give them a horsy ride. That didn't hesitate about being a stay-at-home dad, and brushes off those that mock him for it as being stupid for not wanting to spend as much time as possible with their own children. That doesn't blink about getting sopping wet while fully dressed because the little darlin wants to wade deeper into the water while holding onto Daddy. That reads to him, and teaches him to climb into his lap when he does. That builds a massive fort in the living room with every spare pillow, blanket, and chair in the house on a rainy day for them to climb through.
And I wouldn't want it any other way...
Posted by: Running2Ks | June 22, 2005 at 10:28 AM