oh yes. another song as a title. just to make your day a little more fun, footloose, and flash-backed to the 80′s.
mom’s totally rock. there’s no denying it. i feel like now that i’m a mom and a lot of my friends are moms, my Facebook feed is inundated with witty articles, posts, and videos about just how awesome mom’s are. which in my humble opinion is the hands down truth. moms are totally and completely awesome.
i wouldn’t be the mom i am without my husband.
i mean obviously i wouldn’t be a mom at all without him thanks to those good ol’ birds and bees. but raising a babe goes beyond all of that. it takes a freakin’ army sometimes. and he and i. . . well we’re the army generals.
i would be a total and complete hot mess without that man.
he listens to my rants when lex and i are having one of those days. seriously, he always tries to answer the phone, and just listens while i prattle on and on about whiny messy toddler life. some days just kinda suck the life out of you completely and totally and just when you feel like you can’t march on. . .
enter a dad who gets home, grabs the babe whisks her off to the park and allows me to relax via wine and frozen treats (of the ice cream variety).
he encourages me to have a life beyond lex. which i love. girls nights, movie nights, even date nights. he’s the first to suggest, accept, and love. we have a joke about referring to dads “babysitting” their own kids. i mean dads aren’t babysitters. . . they’re DADS. and who am i to get in the way of his daddy-ing when there are friends and a meal out waiting for me.
2-3x a week i ditch these two for bath/bed time and hit my pilates studio for a little “me-time”. at least once a week this means that he and lex sneak out the door behind me and hit up the ice cream shop. they also have a standing weekend breakfast date. . . just them.
he gets up in the middle of the night right along with me. he always has, it doesn’t mean he stays awake, but he gets a solid B for effort. when i was nursing he’d change her diaper and then head straight back to bed..i didn’t feel (as) alone and resentful that he was nestled in bed while i was awake and stalking Facebook at 3am. from time to time (or lately at least once a night) lex wakes up calling for me– just because she wants to see my sparkling, shining, not so happy 2am face– and often times he tries to go in and comfort her. . . even if its always in vain because at 2am the only sleepy face she wants to see is mommy’s.
he’s my biggest cheerleader. no matter what he’s supportive. like when i call him in tears after an emotional preschool drop off. he’s there to listen, nod, and tell me i’m awesome. he also happens to be lex’s biggest cheerleader- and pops into ballet class every so often to surprise her and her tutu.
lex loves the crap outta him. he’s totally the ‘fun parent’. and i mean i love the guy, so i can’t blame lex for loving the socks off of him too.