Daddy’s Girl

Sometimes, I forget to give my husband more credit. For all the idiosyncrasies that he has slowly revealed in the past several years, there is one revelation that I am most thankful for: he’s an awesome dad. My daughter lights up at the sound of his distinctive doorbell ring. She drops everything and runs to the door “Daddy? Daddy? DADDY!” They have a way with each other and it’s amazing to watch. She pulls him to the computer to watch her favorite YouTube video, pulls him to her cabinet to pull something out, picks the cap he’ll wear for golf (caps are the only hats she wears), picks his clothes for sleeping.. It’s this by the way:

It looks old because it is old as in circa 1985-1990. But she LOVES it is so he wears it.

Daddy is THE man. She’s his biggest fan. He makes the silliest faces, the strangest sounds and comes up with the best games/pranks. She laughs differently with him. It’s the kind when you crack up without expecting to like when you’re watching an Adam Sandler movie. Like that. For a time, she would wake up around 6am to hang out with her daddy. He’s a morning person so he’d use the time to work out, read the paper, drink his coffee and relax. I guess she saw this as a great opportunity so for a good week or two, she straggled out of her bed and plopped herself on his lap for the whole morning. And when she dresses up, she walks over to daddy to show off and get approval. There’s a spring in her step when daddy’s around and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Here’s one of daddy’s newest discoveries during one of their lap sessions (get your mind out of the gutter!):

Alphabet Song:

and a regular favorite

Elmo’s Song:


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