I don’t know how I feel about that saying. It’s nice but then there is a weird air of creepiness to it. Maybe it’s just the name “daddy” itself. It’s cute when girls are little. Calling their Dad, daddy. But I just can’t relate. I guess he was just always my Dad.
That’s who I am.
The guy who taught me how to create fun
Taught me the importance of reading.
People who don’t read to their kids at night are bozos. It’s literally the easiest thing ever. You keep books in their room, every night when you put them to sleep, you read two books. It takes 5 minutes out of your busy SCHEDULE. It improves your kids quality of life immensely in every aspect of adult life. If you can read emails faster and retain information well, you will have more time to do other things at your job. You could read street signs easier while driving. And I won’t bore you with 1,000 more examples, you get the picture.
To review, only read to your kids every night if you want them to be more competent adults.
When our first son was born, I said to my husband, “Okay we are reading to our kids every night. It’s part of the bedtime routine. Kids thrive in routine. I don’t want them living in our basement at 40, let’s do this.”
My husband dear said, “Hmm… that seems more like a Mommy job.” Kinda half smiling, in a semi-cute voice (which is his bail card. That way if I get pissed, he’s like.. “I WAS KIDDING BRITT! Com’on!”
To which I retorted, “Um, No.”
“Well I’m not great at reading out loud.” He said, which I knew was a pile of bullshit.
So I explained, “Well that’s fine. He’s just a baby now, he won’t know you are bad at reading out loud. By the time he does, you will be great at reading out loud from all this practice!!”
Don’t mess with the Mom. Her parents read to her, so she is witty as fuck.
The first person who thought I was funny. The person who gave me more self confidence then I should have. My coach. My mortal enemy (One night I came home two hours past my curfew and possibly wearing a new perfume called Mike’s Hard Lemonade. He demanded I hand him the new cell phone that they had bought me. My first cell phone. Then he took his hammer out of his tool belt and smashed my cell phone into a million pieces on our counter. Turned to me and said, “I can’t possibly understand why I would be paying for this if you don’t even use it to call.” *Mic Drop Dad Out*) Hahaha. That’s a completely factual story! You don’t mess with Dad. He was the kindest, nicest, most fun parent around, but he demanded respect from us. I can only hope to have that type of relationship with Ben & Jack.
Now why am I writing this long sappy post about my Dad? Well, cause.. I love my Dad.