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daddy's drummer boy


john's been at his drums a lot more lately - doing different things with each hand, and this evening he started to use his foot on the bass drum pedal while drumming on the snare and tom - very cool. it's so neat to watch him discover the different sounds he can make ... really an amazing process.

and if that's not cute enough, try this on for size: thursday night, my husband had a meeting that ran late and he didn't get home until after john had gone to bed. john woke up just in time to give him a hug before he left for work friday morning.

as we were driving to school friday morning, john asked me, "daddy coming?"

i said, "no, baby, daddy's at work, but you'll see daddy after school."

john responded, "no, see daddy tommorrow." in a heart-wrenchingly sad voice.

i said, "baby, did you miss daddy yesterday?"

john said, "i miss daddy EVERYDAY, mommy."

how's that for love???

(and as i told my husband, i don't think this should make him feel bad at all - after all, he spends tons of awesome quality time with john. instead, i think he should feel great that his kiddo loves him so much that he misses his daddy every moment that they're apart! i think that's pretty flippin' cool.)
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