Ash calls me at work yesterday:
"Henry's standing at the window and saying 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' over and over again."
Ouch! I get calls like this rather frequently, and it's always a multitude of emotions. On the one hand, I'm so touched that my son misses me like that, but on the other it kind of makes my heart hurt wishing I could be there with him. Ever since Henry's started walking, I've been getting the best greetings every day when I come home from work. I get out of the car, see his face in the window and hear "Daddy!" Then when I open the door, he toddles up to me as fast as he can with a huge smile on his face and throws his arms around me. Almost...too much...can't take...so much...baby love.
I do sometimes wish I could go the StayAtHomeDad route. The thought of it doesn't seem nearly as intimidating as it did before we had a kid. Not in the cards though. Speaking of staying at home, it looks like all the Holmes are gonna be home-bound for the weekend, seeing as how we're all sick. The sickness followed the typical pattern as of late: play group visit, Henry sick, then Ash, then me. Only the dog escapes. Ironic, seeing as how we're sick as dogs. Is there no justice?