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Today is Hubby’s birthday.

Happy birthday, hubby!

I’m a terrible gift giver.  Lucky for me, Hubby and I aren’t huge on gifts.  I think we’ve gone through many occasions in the many years we’ve been together that we don’t give each other anything.

And it’s ok.

However, I don’t want M or K to grow up being a bad gift giver.  I want my girls to grow up thoughtful and good gift givers.

Last year, I let M decide what to give her daddy.

Last year, she decided to give him a set of socks.

I asked her why.  She told me that daddy needed new socks because he was using his socks to wipe off the white board on her easel and that the socks are now too dirty for him to use.  What she didn’t realize were that those socks were old and had holes in them so he really didn’t want to wear them.

It was a very sweet gesture and a very thoughtful gift.

When Hubby heard the explanation, he was very happy to receive his socks.

This year has been a little hectic, she seems at a loss at what to give him.

(I write these blog posts a few days ahead of time, and at the time of writing, we still haven’t gotten him a present yet.  We’ll be going to Target soon, so I’m sure we’ll find something!)

Happy birthday, Hubby.  You are the greatest dad and husband we could ask for.  You work so hard for us and we really appreciate all you do!  Thank you for all you do!  We pray for continued blessings and many years to come!

We love you!!!

This is the story about sprinkles.

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Yes, those sprinkles.  Those sprinkles are M’s favorite ice cream topping.  No matter where we go for ice cream, she always wants sprinkles.

One time, Hubby and M went on a daddy/daughter date to a local ice cream place.  Hubby, always wanting to save an extra buck, decided to put that bottle of sprinkles into his pocket to add to M’s ice cream after ordering it.

The ice cream was ordered, and they went outside to eat their treats.  Hubby pulls the sprinkles out of his pocket and adds them to M’s ice cream.  She was delighted at the idea of “pocket sprinkles” and Hubby was so happy he was able to save a dollar.

Win-win!

Now, whenever we have ice cream at home, M always makes sure to ask for “pocket sprinkles.”

It’s totally a thing for our family now.

Sprinkles will just never be the same.

 

Something is happening between the dynamic of our family.

Daddy.

Suddenly, it’s all about “fun-Daddy.”

I guess it’s the natural progression in the life of a little girl.  It also makes Hubby very happy. 

Don’t get me wrong, she’s still my little buddy and I’m still the go-to parent for many, many things..

But when it comes to being silly and fun.. it’s all about Daddy.

It’s actually very, very cute to see.

Last night, she kept copying what Daddy would say.  They were teasing me and when I would try to join in by retailiating, M and Hubby kept say, “No, that’s OUR thing.”

Super cute.

The first man in a little girl’s life is her Daddy, and I’m so glad that she’s enjoying her time with hers..

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Once hubby and I became parents, it’s like we joined this club.

“First Time Parents With Small Children Club”

No special badge or handshake.  Just bringing the child is indication of membership. 

Last week, Hubby, M and I were at our local pho restaurant when we saw a father with his toddler daughter having dinner.

It was like the signaling beacon went off and we all felt the need to make contact with our fellow club member.

Throughout the dinner, we’d exchange glances between the father and Hubby and I.  That familiar smile of, “I totally know what you’re going through” during that evening’s dinner battle solidified the bond we had with this father.  Glances were even exchanged between our daughter and his daughter, as if they knew, “Our parents are new at this, lets make things as interesting as possible!”

By the end of dinner, a connection was made and contact was established.

Father:  How old’s your little one?
Me:  Sixteen months, yours?
Father: Nineteen months..

Initial contact always begins with asking how old your child is.  It’s like verifying that you truly belong in the club..  AND it seems like you aren’t truly in the club unless you address your child’s age by MONTHS, not years..

Next form of contact establishes sympathy toward both parties. 

Father:  Oh, they are close in age.
Me:  Yup.. same age, same mess…
Father:  Tell me about it!

Once sympathies have been established, it’s time to get the kids involved..

Me:  Look M, baby!

Contact between both girls.. check and check!

Finally, the questions are asked.  I think this part of the conversation helps parties know that they aren’t the only one dealing with the trials and triumphs of raising a child.. a toddler in our situation..

Father:  Is your daughter persistent?  Like, if she wants something, she will ask and ask and ask and ask until she gets it?
Me and hubby:  Oh yes!  They want it on their time!
Father:  That gets to me sometimes.  I’m in the middle of taking care of something else, I can get to it when I can..
Me and hubby:  Oh we know the feeling..

This affirmation is followed by a quick laugh.. knowing that it’s totally normal for to go through those things with our toddlers and that our momentary feelings of frustration are totally normal!  Sigh.. what a relief!

We get things all situated and say our goodbyes.. til the next club meeting..

C’mon parents.. you know it’s happened to you too!  Share your experiences in the comments!

 

At night, we like to think that our baby girl’s kicks are her little way of saying “good night” while in tummy..

Last night.. she gave me her “good night” kick.. this is what happened when “daddy” wanted his..

Me:  Alright, sweetie.. give daddy kicks “good night..”
(Hubby places hand on belly.. nothing.)
Me:  C’mon.. kick daddy “nite-nite”
(Nothing)
Hubby:  It’s ok.. that just means she loves me more..
Me:  Why?  She gave ME kicks “good night.”
Hubby:  She just doesn’t want to kick daddy.  Kicking is bad.
Me:  Whatever makes you feel better, dear.


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