Wendy, who still sleeps in a crib and has NO desire to move on to her "princess big girl bed" calls to us every morning to get her out. Last week when I went to get her out of bed one morning, this was our exact conversation:
Me: He's in the shower. Don't you want to play with me?Wendy: Okay, sure.... Let's pretend you're daddy.
That about sums it up. Ryan is an amazing dad and our kids know it. I fall more in love with him as I watch him take care of, play with and love our kids. Nothing melts my heart more than the mornings he quietly gets up with Wendy so I can sleep and I wake up to the sound of them playing princess barbie dolls in the living room & find them BOTH fully decked out in costumes (instead of just sticking her in front of a movie and falling back asleep on the couch - which would be way easier). He is the most fun, loving, silly and hard working guy I know and we are all so lucky to have him in our lives.
p.s. Wendy has been referring to Ryan as "Father" all day. "Where's my father?" "Father, I'm thirsty." "I have to potty Father." It's pretty cute. It's been making Ryan and I giggle all day.