Fathers Day

I sometimes joke about Zack liking Adam better than he likes me.  I know Zack loves me but he LOVES his daddy.  If Adam is in the house I can't do anything with him...he only wants Adam.  He follows Adam to the door every morning and tries to go to work with him.  He runs to the door (and then in circles like an excited puppy) when Adam comes home.  He only wants to snuggle with daddy, he only wants daddy to give him a bath.  He only wants Adam to play a game with him.  I am not upset at all by the fact that Z man has no use for me on the weekends.  I truly enjoy watching Zack look up to his daddy, my husband.  I would love to see my son grow up to be like his daddy.  I am truly blessed that I have an amazing husband and role model for our son.
Here are some Zack and Daddy shots that I just couldn't keep to myself.

My favorite!

Nothing hotter than a man with a stroller...maybe a man making his baby laugh

I was fixing Christmas eve dinner and apparently the boys were playing with my camera...I love surprise pictures.

Cutest boys ever!

Most likely showing daddy a stick.

Happy Fathers Day!

Happy Father’s day to my grandpa’s.  I was lucky to have two amazing grandfathers, both very different but the same in ways that mattered.  Until I got older I thought it was normal for my cousins on my mom’s side to call my grandparents on my dad’s side grandma and grandpa.  I thought it was normal to spend all holidays with both sides of the family at the same time and location.  I know my grandparents all became good friends but I am sure the reason they became close was for the grandchildren.  I will never forget the look Grandpa Marum gave every time he saw me (even though he lived down the street), or the fact that he and my grandma moved twice just to be near us; and I will never forget the time Grandpa Dalland made my Tante Janet call me so he could talk to me, or the way he waits for us by the window and then pretends he is annoyed that he no longer has peace and quiet.

Happy Fathers day to my daddy.  My dad made a lot of life changing decisions about his career so that he could be a part of our lives.  Once we moved to NC he worked 6:00 am to 3:00 pm and was home every afternoon.  He coached our teams he was a boy scout leader.  He picked us up when we were sick…well at least until I figured out that I could get him to come when mom wouldn’t and mom caught on to my game and told him he wasn’t allowed to come get me anymore.  My dad would come up to my college just to fix my computer (this is after I asked too many “stupid” questions and the Tech at Elon told me “just to call my daddy”).  My dad met my future husband already trusting that I wouldn’t date a jerk and now he loves Adam as much as he loves me…in fact sometimes I wonder if he likes Adam better.  My dad was proud to walk me down the aisle and he was the most excited of all when he found out he was going to be a grandpa.  When Zachary was born my dad (who types maybe 1 word a min.) sent Zachary a very long e-mail, the sweetest letter I ever read.  My dad has been a great example to me, as a father, a husband and a man.

Happy Fathers Day to my husband.  Adam hasn’t been a father long, but I couldn’t have picked a better man to raise my children with.  Before Z was born Adam was scared about everything, but as soon as he held Z in his arms he stopped worrying about the exact temp. a bottle needs to be.  Adam loves to read to Zachary and since children’s books are my thing I bought a junior chapter book “Robin Hood” that is going to be a Father/Son thing.  Adam read to my belly now he reads to the baby and eventually Z will read it to Adam.  I know as Z gets older that I may have to be the tough one because Adam is mush around the baby; he hates to see him cry or even look like he may cry.  I can’t wait to watch Z grow up and look up to his daddy.