Gratitude Friday...

Let me introduce you to the latest conversation in our house:

Me:  Aubrey Kate, time to ....(change your diaper, eat lunch, clean toys, put on our shoes, etc.)

AK:  I don't like it!  I don't like it!  I don't like it!  (Said as I don't wike it!)

Me:  I don't care.

There are really no words to describe how much I simply adore this conversation.  It's just the cherry on top of my ice cream sundae each day.  

I don't always say I don't care but most of the time.  Sometimes, if I'm feeling extra sweet, I'll throw in an "I'm sorry but..."  However, my extra sweet tank is running a little low lately.  

If she throws a foot stamp in there, she gets scooped up and sent to the Naughty Dog for some much needed alone time.  I have no tolerance for the foot stamp.  

Zip.  Po.

The good news is Chris is home much more these days than during the school year.  He's been working this week with a middle school band camp being held at the high school but that's just a week.  He was still able to take her up to school with him this morning for a couple of hours to play with AK's best friend, Beau.  

During that time, I went to the grocery store, ate lunch BY MYSELF, got some laundry started and picked up ridiculous amounts of "stuff" around the house.  

They came home to eat lunch and had dessert (chocolate ice cream) on the couch.  

And no, she does not eat chocolate ice cream on a daily basis.  Just an occasional treat.

There they were, my two favorite people, sitting on the couch.  I had to stop doing my chores to simply sit and watch them.  

I told Chris, Watching y'all is my favorite thing to do.  

He thought that was both funny and weird.  Possibly more weird than funny.  

But it's the truth.  She adores her daddy.  I love watching her love him.  Love watching him love her.  Love seeing how much they really, really look alike.  

So for Father's Day, not to mention every other day of the year, I am very grateful for my husband.  Grateful God gave us the opportunity to be parents to this precious little girl.  Grateful Chris supports my "I don't care" response (aka our parenting styles match).  And grateful I get to see a whole new relationship develop when our Rhys arrives.  

Dad's really are awesome.