Sunday, June 15, 2008


I gave my dad a card today that basically said I was a lot like him, but that I wouldn't hold that against him. I am a daddy's girl. Always have been. I have heard that I have my dad wrapped around my little finger before. I always despised that saying. Dad and I have a strong bond of respect and love. We've both put each other through some pretty rotten things, but we "get" each other I think.

Some day I think I may write an essay about my experience with my dad and being married to a dad. But not today. Too much work to do.


My favorite memory of my dad is the way he used to wake me up to take me to preschool. He used to sing:

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.

But the best was when he would change his voice and screech:

Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.


I posted a comment on another blog stating that basically Hubby being the dad that he is allows me to be the kind of mom I want to be. Watching Hubby as a father amazes me. Seeing him in the dad role has shown me so much of his character, and reminds me of why I fell in love with him so many years ago.

When we were dating in high school, we were getting ready to leave his parents' house. He stopped suddenly and said that he had to give his hamsters their vitamins. First, who gives their hamsters vitamins? And second, the worry in his voice was endearing. I watched him give them the vitamins and then they each got a little special treat too. As I watched, I knew that he would be a great father. And I was so right.


Reposting the videos I have so far, because without these boys, he would not be the father he is today!

Moosie's Birth (I will probably do Bubba's birth video for his next birthday!)

Daddy's Boys (pictures of boys are from birth to early-2007)


Stimey said...

How have I not been singing that song to my Jack?

Happy father's day to your family!

Keep it like a secret said...

That's funny. One of my favorite Dad memories also involves being woken up. I'd be in my crib. Suddenly, a Donald Duck hand puppet would appear over the side and croak "wa-a-a-ake u-u-u-up! quack-quack-quack" and then tickled me. Dad can do the weirdest Donald Duck voice/quack. It is quite a skill.