If I say, "Daddy will take you when he gets home," my youngest will say, "You mean, 'Dad'."
This has been going on for a few months (because clearly, I don't catch on quickly - and it's hard to break a 10 year old habit). When I asked why the name change, my youngest sincerely responded, "It's more grown-up."
Okay. I get it. Kind of.
As much as we are 3-5 years out from the Teen-Years, I know that the time is coming when our boys will call us much worse names, probably accompanied by an "I hate you" and possibly even some door slamming.
So, I guess for now, we will embrace the shortened, but still appropriate titles of Dad and Mom.
Because, really, no matter what they call us - we are still their parents.
On that note, my husband is a wonderful father.
Quite often I find myself thinking about how lucky our kids are to have him as a Dad. They truly do not know how lucky they are, because my husband off sets my crazy enough that my kids might just have a shot at a normal upbringing.
Nothing seems to faze my husband. He is truly one of the most laid-back men I have ever known - which again, is wonderful, because I am one of the most high strung people I know.
Yin and yang, people, yin and yang. That's how we roll.
Our boys' deafening noise level? My husband doesn't bat an eye.
The other night at the dinner table, without missing a beat, my husband says to our youngest, "Eat your dinner, not your boogers." Then returned to our conversation, like the sentence he just uttered was a completely normal part of any conversation. Mr. Laid Back.
I call my husband at work, practically in tears, because yet another part of our home/car/electronics has been destroyed by our children. Often, my husband will respond with, "Yeah, sounds about right."
The other night, after reminding the boys for the, I don't know, 5000th time that we do NOT ride our scooters in the house - my husband comes in from outside, hops on one of said scooters and - rides around the house. "I was just moving it from the back door to the front door," he clarified in response to my 5001 reminder about not riding the scooters in the house.
He makes us laugh, when we want to scream. He calms us down when we get worked up. He gives the best hugs in the entire the world.
This man. This amazing, wonderful, hard-working, caring, loving man. Happy "Dad's" Day. We are ALL so, so lucky to have you in our lives.
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