these past two weeks, he's been what i call a "well oiled machine", as we've
settled into blindly tried to figure out parenthood. he was an amazing support during labor and delivery and couldn't have been more present.
most nights, i wish i had his patience. most days, i wish i had his stamina.
he's a dynamite diaper changer and superb swaddler.
and he sure loves his girls...me, drew and remy. and i love the way he calls drew his little sweetie poops. with a dad like that, how could you not be a daddy's girl?
|a card from drew | talking with daddy | daddy's girl | that's his nose and lips.|