He's as bewildered by her tantrums as he is by mine.
At some point in every tea party he will build a tower with the refreshments.
If I put her on my lap when we're eating dinner, I'm "spoiling her". If he puts her on his lap when we're eating dinner, he's "spending time with his daughter".
I can't get him to wear a heavy coat and gloves when it's 11 degrees outside, but she decks him out in a pumpkin bib, Mardi Gras beads and a Pooh Bear skull cap, and he can't stop smiling.
I love him more every minute.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
January 07, 2007
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