i don't think sam gets enough face time on this blog. and i think that's exactly the way he'd have it. but this post is necessary... this is p-ray's baby book after all.
first, i need to get this out there: i have never, EVER heard sam complain about parker. not once. he's never complained about changing a diaper, he's never complained about fussiness, & he never tries to get out of any dad duties. ever. period.
sam almost always gets up with parker on the weekends. and this last weekend? i pretty much got the whole thing off. while i spent the day at a bridal shower with girlfriends, parker & sam hung out at home & even went grocery shopping. sam may or may not have locked parker in the car {that's another story}, but i won't hold that against him.
and after he spent a whole day playing "mr. mom," i kinda expected him to give me a hard time about staying out late & to start talking about how gross parker's four poopy diapers were that day {i mean freak, i would have}. nope. when i came home he showed me all the groceries they bought & how he was gonna make crepes in the morning. no, seriously. he had genuinely enjoyed his day with p-ray & didn't have a single complaint.
parker & sam are genuinely best friends. a little switch inside of parker flips when sam gets home every day & parker fuh-reaks out. i try to wrestle with him during the day, but it's not the same. i just don't have the dad factor i guess. and i'm ok with that.
i don't say this to brag, i say this because someday i want parker to look back & see how involved his dad has been since day one. this is just the way it is. i'm pretty sure to sam, the sun rises & sets on that little boy. i'm pretty sure that will never change.
and i'm pretty sure my best friend has a new best friend. and i'm ok with that too.
also? i'm pretty sure i'm ok with your votes. yup, definitely.
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