Every family seems to have their own particular version of the made up bedtime story. For Jesse growing up, his dad told about adventures in the woods, running away from the bontonusco and the mitocanin. In my family, we had "talking stories," where my dad made up stories about three little animals, one for each of his three girls. There was fluffy the dog, puffy the cat, and nutty the squirrel. Can anyone guess who nutty was? Ahem, we're looking at you, Abigail! For our own family this past year, Jess and I have begun telling stories about "Super-Daddy!" It all started when Addie's obsession with Jesse's superman t-shirts collided with her realization that she didn't want to sit still at the table for meal times. We found that the best way to keep her happy and engaged at meal times was to take turns telling "talking stories" about "Super-Daddy" rescuing her from the "bontonusco and the mitocanin". Pretty soon the stories evolved and Super-Daddy was responsible for rescuing this large cheeked, blonde toddler from all kinds of different scary and uncomfortable situations. We all giggled at the scary parts when Addie would put her hands on her fat little cheeks and squeal "ohhhh nooo!!!!!" And we all made the super-daddy pose whenever he came flying in to the rescue. And the stories always end the same way, with Addie pleading for "more, more! Supe da home!" We love these sweet evenings together, and I in particular love the chance to portray daddy as the hero. I am so thankful to be partnering with this guy in raising our kids. I can't wait to see how Jacobs arrival will cause the stories to continue to evolve, and I look forward to hearing his little giggles join Addie's. We have the best "super-daddy!!"
