Good Daddy

The FedEx truck pulled up yesterday while the babies were napping and dropped off a package. It was addressed to Dave but since he didn't tell me not to open it, I did. And my heart melted into a puddle when I saw that he had ordered Eddie a CD of kid songs. Dave mentioned the tapes of kid songs he used to listen to on the long drives between Gualala and Santa Rosa (the nearest city). Singing along was apparently a whole-family activity. I know he's been looking for a CD or mp3 collection of the same songs that used to be on his 1980s cassettes called Wee Sing Silly Songs. He kept finding collections that were close but not the same. Apparently he finally found it! I think it so sweet of him to buy this for our baby boy. (I just love saying that: our baby boy. I still--after nearly 6 months--can't believe we have our own precious babe.)

Anything having to do with Dave's childhood is special to us. There are a couple of years during elementary school that he hardly remembers because he had a really bad case of Lyme and it affected his memory (he probably also blocked a lot out). So I just know I'll melt into another puddle when he puts the disc into the player and starts singing along for Eddie. Knowing Dave he'll dance along, too!

What a good daddy!