The other night Kirk put Reeve to bed for the first time in his life. I sat in the floor in our room crying.

I don’t know why. I should be glad. It should be a relief that I’m not the only one in the world who can comfort him.

Instead, it hurts and I just wanted to go in there and say “wait!!! Forget it. That’s my job!”

Perhaps because I don’t have an actual day job, and taking care of him is my “job” I take to heart that putting him to bed should be something that I am responsible for.

Aren’t these two so cute? I feel sorry for any Mama who doesn’t let her baby love on Daddy all the time (some don’t)…

Reeve’s shirt was bought by Daddy in NYC on NYE ringing in 2012…it’s a Phish shirt and Daddy is so proud of it.








Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s