Father ‘Hood
Several months after The Daver and I started dating, he flew home from somewhere (boy were his arms tired!) and somehow, rather than allowing him to take the pee-stained EL home, Ben and I went to pick him up at the airport. It was the first time he’d met Ben in the flesh (as my boyfriend) and although he told me later that he was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs (he totes didn’t use that phrase, but I wish he had because how awesome is that?), it didn’t show.
Ben was a strange kid who didn’t exactly attach himself easily to people so I was quaking in my Uggs. All for nothing. The two of them hit it off all he’s the cheese and I’m the macaroni style. I can honestly tell you that I’d never seen anything like it. They danced and grooved to Erasure (don’t judge my music, people), Ben allowed Dave to carry him across a busy road, and Dave began the first of many Making Sure Ben Drank His Milk With Dinner campaigns.
That was the night that Daver became a father. I’d say it was a choice, but it wasn’t really. Not anymore than one can choose whom they fall in love with. Had it not been over for Dave by then, it was then. He was done, cooked, a father and a partner.
The whole ride back home that night I heard nothing but this from my normally silent child: “Oh…BYE, Dave” in the most mournful tone you can imagine. He never said “Mommy” but “Dave” was the 5th or 6th word in his vocabulary.
It’s still probably his most used word to date.
Every single day when I hear my eldest beg to stay up to see Dave when he comes home, my middle son to say mournfully (again with the damn mournful!) “Dada…work.” If his words could have a frowny face, they would. Then my daughter, the light of my life, wiggles her whole body with utter happiness when she sees her beloved Daddy come into her line of sight.
I know how lucky we all are.
So Happy Father’s Day to you, The Daver, o! the Prime Minister of Poopy Diapers and the King of all Tickle Fests. We raise our glasses (and bottles of milk to you today).
It’s not a glamorous swinging life, this poo-stained, vomit-encrusted, stinky existence. Sure you traded living downtown for a house in the ‘burbs and the Integra for a mini-van. But it’s a nice house; it’s OUR house, and shit, the van really is fucking useful.
And you, like the rest of us, wouldn’t change it for anything. (Except maybe Prada. But it would have to be a REALLY nice Prada bag or something. But I digress.)
Okay, for that, I am totally putting up THIS picture rather than the super corny shit that I could have. Happy Father’s Day, love.
You see this ring? IT MEANS I OWN YOU.
If there are any other dudes out there who read my estrogen-laden blog, I wish you a happy, Happy Father’s Day as well. May your grills be grill-y and all of your sausages cooked. Except, you know, THOSE sausages.
Wow. THAT was awkward.
‘Boy were his arms tired’
HILARIOUS.
Love the pic, love.
awww, that’s adorable!
Happy Father’s Day, Dave.
What a great post!
He sounds awesome………but how could he not be with an awesome family in tow?
Happy Fathers Day to the Daver!
He knows it’s the best seat in the house.
Awesome post, sounds like you got a good one! 🙂
Awww …
Lucky is a funny word – its definition changes over time!
Happy Daddy Day and all that jazz!
Happy Father’s Day Dave!
Loving the blog, very funny. I stumbled across it, the name grabbed my attention. I was standing in a very large queue recently when a toddler tugged at her Mum’s arms, looked at her lovingly and said ”Mum, when I grow up I want to be an alcohol like you …” Kids – You gotta love ’em! :0)
All of us who have the great fortune to have found the daddies for our children are lucky beyond belief.
Happy Father’s Day, Daver.
Happy Daddy’s Day Dave! You and Becky make such a cute couple – in the Bonnie and Clyde genre, of course. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think there has EVER been a picture posted of you and Becky together. Are you really a married couple or just this model/actor who likes to be photographed with sticky poo-stained kids?
Inquiring minds want to know. And let’s see a photo of the 2 of you together – you know how to use the timer on your camera, don’t you.
Happy Father’s Day!
Your Dave sounds awesome! And he totally deserves you. Take that as you will. I wrote about my own dad today – something I’ve never done except in passing. Nothing traumatic. Well, except for that one time with the chickens…
Have a wonderful day!
Awesome post. You can’t make someone be a Daddy, some men just are.
I love the Daver, too. Who couldn’t love a guy like him? I love it when men fall in love with their children, but not in that creepy Chester Chester kind of way.
Such a sweet post! Happy Father’s Day, Daver!!
That was a great becoming a macaroni and cheese pair story. We share the same kind of story and I believe my son could not have turned out better because of my viking-hubby.
oh my God that was HYSTERICAL!!
“See this ring? It means I own you”
i loved it.
lol ,love the picture , love the comment under the picture, ah what the hell .
i love this blog.
happy fathers day to all the dads out there
Hooray for daddies!
Sounds like you and your tots have a good guy (who gives the finger with admirable confidence). Happy Father’s Day to the Daver and I hope his Father’s Day gift is something really cool, like maybe a felt pizza suit.
Haha! So cute about Ben. Don’t feel bad…my nephew prefers dudes to chicks any day.
Happy Fathers Day, Dave!
AWW! Happy Father’s Day!
I friggin love the caption on the picture. And I’m right there with you on the Prada *sigh*
Happy Father’s day, Daver!
*HUGS*
Happy Father’s Day, Daver! 🙂
Happy ((chosen)) Father’s day!
I hope you all have a sloppy love fest today.
Happy Father’s Day to your Daver! I found a keeper too when my husband agreed to take on two teenagers…TWO TEENAGERS! Gotta love these guys.
Love the picture and the story. Happy Father’s Day Daver.
Great photo. Have a great day Dave!
That’s awesome. I hope Dave has had a wonderful Father’s Day. Also, DYING at the photo caption.
nice.
well, at least you were home for father’s day.
That is totally what I reminded myself. And my refunded hotel money? Went toward a new dishwasher. Dude. I hate being a grown-up sometimes.
Umm, I’m too tired to comment properly but I wanted you to know I was here. 😉
Hope you properly cooked the Daver’s sausage for him…. wink wink
Awesome photo! 🙂
Happy Father’s Day, Daver, even if your wife did suggest I cook my ‘nads.
Happy father’s day.
Hilarious! Happy Daddy Day!
Happy Dada Day, Daver!
What a good Daver you have.
You had me at “Wow. THAT was awkward.” And the picture is the best daddy pic ever. Why can’t I find some like those on iStock? And I’m a Gucci girl myself. Would sell my children for a nice Gucci handbag.
Pretty lucky man you got yourself there. I think that hand gesture he’s giving is, in fact, the universal gesture for luck.
Awwww, that is the cutest picture you’ve ever posted 😉
‘quaking in my Uggs’.
I Lol’d. 🙂
I still love the screaming of my kids, “Daddy’s home!!” Highlight of my day.
Highlight of my day too! Ha.