Jared loves Alan. It is so ironic--sometimes I feel like I spend all day playing with Jared, making faces, and singing silly songs. He gives me plenty of attention and smiles, but no giggles. But once Alan walks in the door, Jared bursts into hysterical laughter for apparently no reason. If Alan talks, it is funny. If Alan smiles, it is funny. If Alan blinks, it is funny. It is amazing how the supposed "winding down" time right before Jared goes to bed has turned into "Daddy Silly Time," as the Daddy coined it himself.
I guess by nature daddies are more playful than mommies. They have a right to be. However, I still know that Jared loves me--I see it when I come to get him from his crib in the morning, when I comfort him when he's sad, when I see him looking up at me while I'm reading him stories. Maybe I will go read him one now.
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Jenny, this is the cutest post. I cant not wait until I see my husband with our kids. It is one thing that I am looking forward to the most.
i love that picture of alan and jared! so cute!
(Matt speaking) Alan is a cute dad of a cute Buddy. I love being a dad. If it goes like it has for Mike and I, then the Daddy's will naturally be more silly and playful. Probably because the dads are "kids-fresh" when they get home from work and the moms are worn out. So it's an important balance for the Moms to remember to be fun sometimes instead of only just working when they are with the kids, and for the Dads to remember to work and not just be a source of fun (and chaos) only when they are home with the kids.
Way cute Jenny! It's so fun to see you both as parents. You both do a great job :)
I notice that with my kids too. I sometimes get jealous of all the fun they have with their daddy, until he started teaching me how to play with them. Can you believe I had to learn it?
I had this same issue. A bit of jealousy, but mostly a lot of melting at seeing my hubby play with my small child and get such giggles of delight out of her (and now him). But here came a time when she got hurt and she wanted me specifically - not daddy. My melting was complete. I was offically a puddle willing to do anything for my child. :) Now the giggles are pretty even spread. But they're both still VERY excited when Daddy comes home.
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