Weeks that start off this way are always weird – they sort of disappear into this vortex of awkward time and space; nothing goes the way you expect.

I went into work today and Ash stayed home with the Boy. I didn’t do any sort of official Father’s Day post since the Boy was all sick, making Ash’s first Father’s Day memorable and not in the greatest way. I don’t think he wanted to spend some his evening in Urgent Care with a tiny creature plastered to his chest. But I have to say, Ash is turning out to be one of the greatest fathers; he is loving and fun and yet, reasonable. I kind of like that he doesn’t just do whatever I tell him to do with the baby. He has his own ways of interacting and doing activities. All the books say that just because Daddy does is differently doesn’t make it wrong. That’s actually a good thing to remind moms. So here’s my belated happy father’s day to Ash. Baby, you’re the best.

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