The daddy vibe

I woke up from a mid-day sleep-coma on Sunday to find that Anna was no longer napping with me, but had, in fact, been to Home Depot and back with her daddy and begun a long-overdue home-maintenance project. Which. involved. cement.

Now, I tend to resist a three year old's help when I'm only making cookies (Don't touch the flour! I'll break the eggs! Wouldn't you rather play with blocks, sweetie? I'll bring you one when they're ready).

But, the time to fix that broken step was NOW, apparently, and why should a wide-awake girl and a fast-asleep mommy change that?

And, truth be told, all was well. She was happy. He was happy. Task was being completed, with laughter and superhuman patience. And cement.

Let this be a lesson to me, and control-freak, worst-case-scenario-fearing mommies everywhere. Those guys we married may do things their own way, and in their own time, but they've got so much to give these kids of ours (theirs!) if we would just get the heck out of the way and let them do it.

And in case you missed it- no, that's not a hat.

Standing aside and watching good things happen. Thanks for reading.

tt