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



That is totally the sweetest thing, I love daddies & their little girls. It amazes me how a baby changes a man.
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So sweet.
I think it’s also something about a Daddy and his daughter…little daughters turn grown men into mush
So sweet!