Reasoning With Reese: Don't Be Jealous

Reese: Mom, are you jealous that me and Quincy and Corbin love dad and not you?
Me: What the heck? You don't love me? Why would you say that?
Reese: No...you know what I mean, like are you jealous that we're all excited when dad comes home and we all want to sit by him and be around him and see him and stuff and then you...you know, you're just always there?
nice.

"...Root, Root, Root for the Dodgers...."

Aaron just registered Reese for T-Ball.



I found a cute little T-Ball set online and almost ordered it for her.
I expected Aaron to be stoked about the girls having their own practice set, but when I showed it to him, the first thing he said was, "Uhhhh, yeah you'll need to make sure it's the official league size".

Um, our KIDS are not exactly "official size" either.
He loaded 'em up and took them to buy gear.

He's gonna be one of THOSE Dads.
You know. The one that buys himself a team shirt, and behaves obnoxiously enthusiastic at games.
He will argue with Refs when bad calls are made.
He will make everyone on the team feel special.
He will volunteer to help coach.
He will put sunscreen on the kids.
He will take them team for treats after the game, even when they lose.
He will make sure their uniforms are clean when the game starts, and dirty when it's over.
He will teach them how to play fair and be a good sport.
He will volunteer to drive to away games.
He will go to practices.
He will help practice at home.
He will cheer louder than the other Dads.
He will believe in his kids and encourage them to work hard and do their best.
He will proudly display the cheesy little trophies and ribbons long after the season has ended.

Yeah.
He will be THAT Dad.

I grew up with that Dad.
It was the best and I'm so glad my girls will, too.