My b-dub has taken to this whole daddy thing and has in the last 20 weeks become a master of all things baby. Well, maybe not all things, but he is well on his way. My googler at 4:00 in the morning when I have a weird pain, my foot rubber on demand, omelet making, fruit cutting husband has truly lived up to the Man/husband/daddy role and has exceeded any of my wildest expectations. I would never be able to express, just how lucky I am that this is who I get. This is who Annabelle gets. We love our B-dub.
My husband, although very well intentioned has not so much ever prepared a meal in his life. I mean he makes a GREAT runner to anywhere we want to get take out from, always treats me to nice fancy dinners, and will assist when I am cooking dinner any day. But master chef he is not. Well, bring on about week 7, I am bed ridden (per dr's orders) nauseous, hungry, scared, excited, and well, clueless. All I want is dinner, not take out, not store bought, real, home cooked, dinner. Enter a very frightened b-dub. I tasked him with the dinner challenge, and of course, he rose to the occasion. He informed me he was an omelet "specialist"....whatever that means. With that he whisked off to the kitchen to prepare my feast. I have never had an omelet by my so called omelet specialist husband before...so saying I was a little afraid was an understatement. I must have really scared him/threatened him, because that boy was on a mission. He chopped, sliced, grated, cubed and whisked away for the next 30 or so minutes, then hesitantly called me in and said "dinner is served". Confident. Always confident, my b-dub. I had my doubts. I entered into much to my surprise, a CLEAN kitchen, complete with table setting, place mats, napkins, silverware, fresh fruit on my plate, warm toast just out of the oven, and my omelet delivered straight to my plate like I was at a 5 star restaurant. Shocked I dug in. Hesitantly. It was FABULOUS! Best omelet I have tasted. Seriously, really delicious. My B-dub had cooked dinner, and it was EXCELLENT!
I could give example after example on how quick my husband has taken to his daddy role. But let me tell you, everything he attempts for his girls is excellent. He buys us treats, writes us notes, cleans the bathrooms, and even hangs up the HUGE mom clothes that are over the floor these days! Doesn't say a thing about that fact that the size of my usually small T-shirts, have increased to their larger counterparts. Doesn't say, "you know I'm pretty sure sweeping the floor isn't restricted for pregnant women" or point out the fact, that in fact my hands aren't broken and I am still just as capable of dinner preparing as I was before our little AB made her way into my belly. He just does all these things, no complaint, no bargaining, just out of pure love for his girls he makes our day. Every day.
Last week was a particularly hard week for this mama. Thursday, the pinnacle of my long week I was exhausted, crying (do you see a theme with the crying these days, seriously its ridiculous), irrational, and hungry and decided I needed a treat. Food treat (of course). Even though B-dub was still at work at 9:00, even more exhausted than his wife, hungry (I forgot to get him dinner) and ready to be home, he made a detour on his way home. Just for his girls. Enter our hero, tulips in hand ready to prepare my "treat". Chocolate milk it was, and I will say, it hit the spot!! My now, new favorite treat has made its way as a staple into my diet these days, strange to me, because I HATE milk! But my Annabelle seems to take to this chocolaty treat, so I let her indulge and be treated by her daddy.
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With our halfway point celebration today, Annabelle and I are celebrating our B-dub! Thanking him for everything he does for us, and for all that he is!!! We love you! Looking forward to the next 20 weeks, and the rest of a lifetime with you :)
Love,
Your girls
sooo sweet!!! Bobby is the best to his girls!!
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