Daddy

The bond between a mama and her babies begins the second she becomes pregnant....maybe even before she finds out she is pregnant. It is a special bond, for sure. But there is something about a daddy and his little girls that can really make your heart melt. I love watching Andrew love them. How he can't wait to get home from work to see them, hold them. Most of the time, mama can fix everything. She can stop the cries, hold them just the right way, cuddle them to sleep. But sometimes they just need their daddy. Like last night. Charlotte was colicky...whatever that means. I'm not sure if anybody really knows what colicky is. Sometimes Charlotte's stomach rumbles with gas after she eats and she cries bloody murder until it stops. When this is going on, I try to hold her. I will lay her on her stomach against my chest and pat her back. I hate hearing her cry like this and hate that I can't really do anything to make it stop. Last night, after a good thirty minutes of this, Andrew took her from me and she instantly stopped. I don't know if it was the feeling of his strong arms or his gentle voice comforting her but her crying stopped. Part of me was wondering why I couldn't do that, what I was doing wrong for her to not feel comforted in my arms. But then I realized that sometimes they just need their daddy. He fills them with peacefulness and that makes me happy.

Andrew and I love being at home, listening to music and just hanging out with each other. On occasion, we also like to dance in the kitchen together. We've been known to slow dance or break out in a serious jig. It would actually be pretty funny if somebody were to look in our window and see this sight. The other night, I caught this beautiful moment between daddy and his littles....

Charlotte

Caroline

So even though there is such a beautiful bond between a mama and her babies, there is an equally beautiful one between a daddy and his babies.