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Daddy’s Song

Steve was never around babies much prior to Moanna’s birth. If he had changed a diaper, it had only been once or twice, and there was no poop involved. I feel fairly confident in saying that he was never responsible for soothing a fussy baby. Knowing this about Steve, I was prepared to teach him the skills needed to keep the child alive.

On the day Moanna was born, a father was born. I barley got to hold my brand new baby because Steve was too busy hogging her. He swaddled her, changed her diapers, dressed her and comforted her.The second Moanna started to fuss, Steve took her. I was not prepared for this. If it weren’t for nursing, I probably never would have gotten a turn with the baby.

Among Steve’s many new parenting talents, he made up his own songs. Steve came up with this song before we left the hospital, and Moanna still asks him to sing it to her before bed.

Hush little baby, Don’t say a word
Daddy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird won’t sing
Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won’t shine
Dadd’ys gonna buy you a DB9
And when that DB9 gets old
Daddy’s gonna go and have it sold
And when that DB9 gets bought
Daddy’s gonna buy you a nice big yacht

Daddy dreams big. That’s why we love him.

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