Ways My Husband Is Rocking Fatherhood

On Friday I listed some of the ways that I’m rocking motherhood. Today — Father’s Day in the U.S. — it’s my husband’s turn to be in the spotlight. I’m going to share a few (of the many) ways that he rocks, plus include a couple of examples from the kids.

He is the king of impromptu dance parties. My husband will break into song and dance at a moment’s notice. Location does not matter — home, a friend’s house, the checkout line at Walmart…all have served as temporary dance clubs for him hundreds of times. I’m not gonna lie — sometimes I find this embarrassing depending on where we are and what’s going on. But you know what? He teaches our kids to be spontaneous, to live in the moment, and do what makes them happy. The kids love it and join in while their curmudgeon mom watches.

His mama bear mode is downright scary. Of the two of us, he’s definitely the one who’ll go mama bear on someone if he thinks they have wronged his kids, no matter how minor the transgression is. My husband is the shoot first (by “shoot” I mean ready to rip into someone) and ask questions later sort. Do. Not. Mess. With. His. Kids. Sometimes this is comical — especially when one of the injustices the kids claim to have suffered is total bullshit — but I know they’ll always take comfort in knowing they’ve got someone who will be in their corner no matter what.

He never scorches the grits. Certain individuals in this household — cough, myself — have a tendency to burn things. Not my husband. When you have a child who is the queen of picky eaters, it’s pretty important that the foods she will eat actually be edible (and not turn her off from eating them in the future). So it sounds silly, but he never scorches my daughter’s favorite food in the world — grits. He always makes them perfect, and he even discovered that he can scramble an egg and mash it up just so to add it in to sneak extra protein to Baby Girl.

He’s a big kid at heart. No one rocks play time better than my husband. I enjoy playing with my kids, but I’ll admit that there are some things that I just barely tolerate. That’s not the case with him, though. Whether they’re playing with the Peppa Pig figures, cars, or something mind-numbing like Candyland, he always gets into it. He’s a master of voices and sound effects, and the joy he takes in playing with his children is simply beautiful.

And now for some input from the kids:

“He holds me.” I fully expected Baby Girl to say something about popsicles or ice cream when I asked her what her favorite thing about her daddy is, but this is what she chose. As safe as I find his arms, I can only imagine the comfort her tiny little self must find in them.

“He’s the best at cuddles.” This one is from Little Man — apparently my husband reigns supreme at the holding people game!

Happy Father’s Day to my husband and to all of the other loving, involved fathers and father figures out there!

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Time To, Uh, Relax

Taking a bath with kids in the house is kind of like taking shots of cheap vodka — you aren’t going to enjoy it. You might think you will for some ungodly reason, but reality will come crashing down pretty quickly.

That moment of tranquility as you’re becoming one with water that’s almost scalding hot will quickly dissipate as the stream of constant interruptions begins. And, sure, you could lock the door, but that doesn’t stop them from yelling from the other side (nor does it stop the toddler from trying to break the door down). And, you better be ready to pay back those minutes you carved away from yourself with interest, because believe me, the kids are counting.

By the way, if you ever want a younger child to take a bath, the best way to do so is to get in yourself and load up on the bubbles. As much as my daughter has fun taking baths (in her “swimming pool” as she calls the tub), she fights tooth and nail over actually having to get in. All I have to do is announce that I’m taking a bubble bath and get in, and within a few minutes her head appears over the side of the tub. She marvels over the bubbles and then calls her dad to undress her so she can get in.

For getting older kids to bathe — good luck. I’ve yet to find a way to get Little Man to take a shower without him complaining because he doesn’t want to lose out on free time before bed. I’ve pointed out to no avail that his process of complaining and dragging his feet probably takes more time than actually bathing. Maybe one of these days he’ll get it.

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