Father's day is coming this weekend and while I sit with the baby as he makes laps around his train table, I thought of a few things that make my husband a great dad. Here is my quick list: July 2008 I know he's a good dad because the girls always sleep in his T shirts when he is out of town, then they wake up smelling like his cologne. I know he is a good dad because he treats them to Starbucks cookies or ice cream after they've done well- or just because. I know he's a good dad because others have said they wish they had a relationship with their dad the way he relates to our kids. I know he's a good dad because he dances with us to our Refit DVD, watches CloneWars cartoons like they are his favorite show of all time and sings Let it go. I know he's a good dad because of the way he told me he was ready to face the challenge of being a dad. Easter, 2009 I know he's a good dad when he steps in and sends ME to time o
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Women Are Scary (book review) Honestly, I was a bit skeptical of this book. I am not a fan of fluffy reads nor books that are overtly girly. It’s like the girly gab oozes through sometimes and I can’t handle the silly remarks. But, I was wrong. Melanie Dale is hysterical. I am a huge fan of clean, stand-up comedy and I was literally laughing aloud in my backyard while I read her book. While I sat with the kids outside, I chuckled through the first few chapters before I had to shake the sand out of the baby’s clothes and do tick checks. Melanie also found a way to win out past mom-to-three-exhaustion at night and I kept picking up her semi-scary covered book. Woven in between her super funny stories, Melanie (I pretend she and I are on first name basis because she replied to my facebook comment about what “base” moms are on when they take over the kids’ trampoline) gets real with the fears and frustrations moms of all walks of life face when wanting friends. Being a par
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Move Over Monday- the final and cutest post Last night at dinner, both girls (3 years & 18 months) were talking to one another from across the table very loudly. After a few minutes of this craziness, this conversation occurred: G- "Girls, this house will be quiet. Talk quietly." E-"Daddy, this is Emma's house!" G-"This is your house? Do you pay rent here?" E-"Daddy, Jesus gave me this house." G- (to me) "I just got schooled by a 3 year old"