To My Baby Daddy.

This weekend is Father's Day. And though I would really love to write a post about my father and how much he means to me and how much I truly adore the man, he politely asked me to never mention him on this blog again. Apparently he "knows people" who read this blog and therefore would like to be de-tached from me in every way possible.

I figure he ain't the only one.

So I will respect his wishes and leave him outta this one. Though he's gonna be sorry. This post is going to be heartfelt, meaningful and sappy. He's gonna wish he was a part of it. Oh, yes he is.

So here are my top ten reasons why my husband is The World's Best Dad. (Oh sorry. Did you all not know this was a contest? It is. And your husband lost. Oops.)

10. When my husband and I were newlyweds we would occasionally talk about children. Mostly it was when were in a restaurant and a child was acting up beside us and we would roll our eyes and say things like, "I would take that child out of this restaurant and..." - well, you get the picture. But during that time my husband was adamant about the fact that he would never - ever - ever - kiss our children on the lips. Never. Ever. It was gross. It was just weird. I told him he would, he swore he wouldn't. He does. In fact, last night as I was making bacon and eggs for dinner he was rolling in the floor kissing our daughter all over her face - lips included and screaming "these lips belong to daddy and don't you ever forget it!"

Oh...and side note. Our children act like rebel hostiles in a restaurant on almost every occasion and he never - ever - takes them out of the restaurant. He's alllll talk.

9. Every time he walks in the house from work he kisses me. Even when Remi runs screaming into his arms he walks straight toward me and says, "Momma first. Always, momma first." Gosh I love that.

8. You know what the biggest threat around our house is? Not a spanking. Not a time-out. Not the threat of no Tom and Jerry after dinner. It's that when daddy gets home from work there will be no play time. Play time with daddy is like bringing Six Flags into your living room. And it works every time. "Remi, if you don't straighten up I will tell daddy there will be no play time tonight." "He won't throw me up? Or do 'sack of potatoes' or tickle me or play hide and seek?" "Nope." "Then I be good girl, momma." And she always is.

7. Rocco is adopted. And The AG thinks he looks just like me.

6. He knows every word to the opening credits of "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse," "Diego," "Dora," and "Winnie the Pooh." As well as to "Life is A Highway" and "Hard to Handle" by the Black Crows. That's my man.

5. He makes plans with Rocco. "We will do this..." and "we will go to this..." and "I will take you to this..." or "I can't wait to teach you this..." And he plans on keeping every one of them.

4. Remi is adopted. But he always says, "I don't think we adopted her, I think we've always had her. She acts just like you and looks like me." And I couldn't' agree with him more.

3. He would move heaven and earth to make them happy. He would even move to Texas.

2. One night I was listening to him say his prayers with Remi and instead of saying the same ol' "Now I lay me down to sleep..." prayer, I heard him begin to pray, really pray, with her. In a few weeks I was laying down in my bed not feeling well and it was Remi that prayed the same prayer over me that he had prayed with her; protection, healing, God's touch. And from her daddy she learned to say, "Thank you Jesus. And it's in Your name we pray. Amen." He did that. Not me.

1. His kids and their momma can talk him into anything. Absolutely anything.


Happy Father's Day, Mr. Attorney General.
You're better at this than I could have ever imagined.