Every day I am an awe of my husband and the amazing father he is to our son. When I watch them together, I'm either laughing my butt off or fighting back tears at the sweetness.
It's Father's Day and Bo is also five months old today. Over the past five months, Brendan has taken care of me as much as he has the baby. From those first weeks where I was physically healing, to the more recent weeks where I've been back at work and performing, it has never been more apparent that we are a team, and that I couldn't ask for a better partner.
Bo loves bathtime. Daddy always pours the rinsing water, sings "splish-splash" and "whale of a tale," then bundles him up in the towel to dry off. When Brendan's out of town, I attempt the bath songs, and Bo just gives me this look like, "really? stick with euphonium."
Bo may be partial to milk from me, but Dad does a good job when Mom's not around. When it comes to getting the kid to sleep, this father's got the magic touch. I fill him up with milk and lay him down...two minutes later it's "WAHHHHHH." There goes Brendan, up to his room, and sure enough, he's down for good after Daddy soothes him. You'll have to ask him how he does it.
Bo's first fever and only snuggling with Dad will do.
Brendan and his mini-me.
I sure love these guys, and they seem pretty crazy about each other. Bo, you are one lucky boy. Happy Father's Day to the best Dad I know!