This conversation actually took place yesterday, but I was thinking about it on my way back to work from lunch today and it just made me laugh so I though I'd share it here too.
:::Ceci, while at work, dials her home number:::
:::phone rings:::
Chris picks up: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Chris: "Oh nothing, just changing her baby's diaper."
Me: "Cassie's diaper?"
Chris: "Nooo, her baby's diaper!"
Me [trying not to giggle]: "So that's what your days consist of now eh?"
Chris: "Yep, pretty much....dolls, diapers, and strollers...."
Is he not the best Papa ever or what? I love him for loving CB with all of his heart, and for embracing all of the girly things he probably never imagined doing in a million years.
And in case you're wondering why I ramble on about even the littlest things, well it's because I do it for Cassie. Being the youngest of four children in my family, there are hardly any photos of my childhood, well besides the embarrassing ones from picture day at school of course. And it's pretty much the same for Chris, but I guess that's what he gets for being a middle child. I'm probably overcompensating now with the gazillion photos I snap of Cassie, but I just want her to have something that she can have to look back at. Something to remind her of all of the little things and how much we adored her from the very beginning.
:::Ceci, while at work, dials her home number:::
:::phone rings:::
Chris picks up: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Chris: "Oh nothing, just changing her baby's diaper."
Me: "Cassie's diaper?"
Chris: "Nooo, her baby's diaper!"
Me [trying not to giggle]: "So that's what your days consist of now eh?"
Chris: "Yep, pretty much....dolls, diapers, and strollers...."
Is he not the best Papa ever or what? I love him for loving CB with all of his heart, and for embracing all of the girly things he probably never imagined doing in a million years.
And in case you're wondering why I ramble on about even the littlest things, well it's because I do it for Cassie. Being the youngest of four children in my family, there are hardly any photos of my childhood, well besides the embarrassing ones from picture day at school of course. And it's pretty much the same for Chris, but I guess that's what he gets for being a middle child. I'm probably overcompensating now with the gazillion photos I snap of Cassie, but I just want her to have something that she can have to look back at. Something to remind her of all of the little things and how much we adored her from the very beginning.
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