My Baby Daddy

Judah is in a big daddy phase right now. His best word is “daddy,” and when Jared is around, I’m chopped liver. In fact, when we try to get Judah to list the members of our family (“Daddy, Mama, Judah”), he confidently responds, “Daddy, Judah!”

Awesome.

I’m really not all that sensitive about it, fortunately. I love that Judah adores his daddy and that, unlike so many children in this world, he has a daddy who loves him and is always there for him.

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So in honor of the wonderful daddy in Judah’s life, the daddy who is in charge of bath time, bed time, and shoulder rides, we celebrated Jared twice this year. I wish I could say it was intentional, but alas, it was not. I just mixed up the date. I made Jared breakfast in bed on June 14 and gave him his card before I realized I was a week early! Oops. So we celebrated him on the appropriate day, as well.

We started on Saturday with a trip to Chicago’s Green City Market to pick out some food for Sunday lunch (Jared loves open-air markets). Then we spent some time at the Lincoln Park Zoo (Judah’s first experience with a zoo; he was more intrigued by the panhandler musicians than he was by the animals). On Sunday we started the day with Jared’s favorite breakfast–blueberry pancakes (Jared ate four, I was stuffed at two, and Judah ate THREE). And for lunch I made several more of Jared’s favorites, which he had picked out at the market, including asparagus with hollandaise sauce and strawberry-rhubarb crisp.

I know, I know. We tend to celebrate all holidays with food (including our eighth anniversary this year, which we honored with a trip to a trip to a great local restaurant). Are you surprised?

Thanks, Jared, for being such a great daddy to our munchkin. And just remember that every time he points at you and yells, “Dadd-eeee!” he’s thanking you, too.