Daddy

I'm quite aware that I blog about the kids and my experiences with fibular hemimelia and infertility way more than I blog about my husband or the father of my kids.

Why? I have no idea. We are a close family and Michael is as active of a parent as any dad, probably more so. He does all the 'right' things. Plays with them. Puts them to bed. Cooks for them.

In fact, our schedule is such that he is the 'stay at home dad' from 5 pm until 7 pm or so and all day on Sundays while I work.

He means the world to the Ms and to me.

There are very valuable lessons that he is teaching the kids. I will never under estimate the power of Daddy.

Yesterday Madeleine said, "Mommy, I love Daddy. He is a good guy."

Michael's belated birthday

In my absence and with the holidays encroaching I never publicly wished my dear husband Happy Birthday. You see, at the time of Michael's birthday Seattle was under a blanket of oppressive snow. Happy Belated 37th Birthday, Michael, we love you!

You're how old!?

Madeleine helping Daddy blow out the candles.

Max waiting patiently for the cake to be cut.

Madeleine helping Daddy lick off all the frosting.

Family Fact #1

Michael and I have known each other for almost twelve years. Gasp! We met in September 1996 in college. Without giving out too many details I will tell you that it was love at first sight. It is true that you are drawn to your partner instantly. Michael and I will tell you that we knew, independent of one another, that we were meant to be together one day.