I never ever worried about mike being a good dad. He’s just kinda had “it” since we first found out we were pregnant. After we found out we were having a girl i worried even less- mike was born to be the father of girls. I swear this man has embraced all the cuddly pink, the massive amounts of outfits, and the sheer amount of “girl” thrown his way. And lex loves him for it- she’s loved him since she was kicking and moving inside me- she knew the sound of his voice and would reward him with giant kicks and jabs. Not much has changed, he can make her smile, laugh, coo, and i swear they have their own secret language i’m not cool enough to understand. this little one is a daddy’s girl already. . . but who can blame her?