Last week I mentioned on face book that I love how Scott makes me a pot of coffee every morning.
And, I do.
Makes me smile each morning when I come to the kitchen and pour myself a cup.
And I smile again later that morning as I go back to top it off. Again… and again.
Thursday, however, I had to laugh when I went to pour my cup of coffee.
Seems he forgot something when making my morning “I love you.”
While he did put the coffee beans in the grinder, change the filter, add the water, and turned it on, he forgot one very important step.
Putting the coffee pot back into the machine.
I wonder if perhaps he too could benefit from a morning cup of caffeine.
The time had finally come for the tooth to be pulled. While our son was more than ready for it to come out, Dad was secretly uneasy about the venture. “He trusts me” Scott confided to me in the hallway, “What if I hurt him?” Then Scott got another one of his moments of sheer fatherhood brilliance.
“I’ll let him do it,” he declared.
He tied one end of the dental floss to his light saber and the other to his tooth.
The girls gathered around eager to see the tooth pop out. I stood by with the video camera rolling and the epic light saber battle began.
Father and son wielded their sabers.
The floss flew out of his mouth and out popped his tooth.
The look of pure glee on his face when he looked down and saw his tooth hanging there was priceless.
Woa Dad! What are you thinking?
Your starting him on your fantasy team?
6 years ago I watched my lil man proudly hold his head high during tummy time. I was so excited b/c he had recently learned to roll over. He was growing up so fast and I was thrilled with all he was learning and doing.
I had no idea that in just 6 short years he’d be at Cup Scout camp with Daddy learning a whole slew of new things. 
I was so excited for my son and my husband yesterday as they got to spend the day together at camp.
It’s been so fun to watch their bond grow over the past 6 years.
While capturing this “precious” Father/Son moment the other day…
my mind instantly flashed back to a similar “bonding” moment between father and son which I captured 6 years ago…
Seems both my boys enjoy sticking their tongues out at dear old Dad!!
This picture cracks me up every time it pops onto our screen saver. Not only do I look incredibly tired and less than thrilled to have my picture taken, but in the background you see Potty= Privacy. What gives, you ask? Why was this dry erase board in your living room for 3 weeks?
Allow me to shed a little light to the back drop of this picture…
Scott took a week off from work after our son was born. After about 2 days at being home, he noticed I got a bit edgy during nursing time. I found myself almost claustrophobic and just begging for space…meanwhile the kids saw nothing wrong with coming over and kissing their baby brother while I was feeding him.
So, one afternoon he brought the dry eraser board up from the school room and sat the kids down. The kids were quite curious and sat down in a row completely quiet waiting to see what he was up to. He then made a rule list with 3 rules for the kids to follow to help Mommy and the new baby.
Rule 1. Potty= privacy
Rule 2. When Mommy is feeding the baby, she needs space. He drew a picture of mommy on one side with a blanket and lil feet sticking out and on the other side you see the three kids (far from nursing Mom) bringing her a drink or diaper.
Rule 3. No rough housing/fighting around the baby. or ever.
I wish I had a picture of the sign. I guess something about having just birthed a baby and adjusting to round the clock feedings, left me a bit off my blogging mojo. I kept meaning to snap a picture, but sadly didn’t get to it before it got horribly smudged and eventually erased.
I loved this sign.
It worked amazingly. I was never walked in on in the bathroom again. That fact alone is truly a miracle in itself.
Every time they crowded me while nursing all I had to do was say, “What’s the rule?” My youngest daughter would chant in a sing songy voice, “Rule Number 2… Give Mommy space when she’s feeding the baby.”
I’ll add the dry erase list as just one more reason my husband totally rocks.
