My three-days-late-pseudo Father's Day post. Both of our children are girls and for some reason I'm pretty damn sure if we decide to pull the trigger on a third, it will be a girl too. Before my oldest was born, I had a dream that all of our children would be the same gender. The first one came out girl-flavored so Team Pink it is! Although my husband deals with a lot of comments from people assuming he wants some boys, he is just about the best "girl" dad out there.
He knows how to take care of the girls' hair and can make a pretty respectable range of hairstyles. Better yet, he lets the girls take a comb, brush and spray bottle and "do" his hair during those harrowing last ten minutes before dinner is ready and everyone is starving. (It does not matter what time dinner will be ready, everyone is gnaw-an-arm-off-hungry ten minutes before I finish.) Speaking of hair, he willingly rotor-rooters all of the girl hair out of our shower drains. Of course "willingly" doesn't mean he doesn't make comments or take pictures and send them to me, but he does it. He wears hats to their tea parties. He loves princesses and pirates, gardeners and glitterers. He tells them they are beautiful and that they are smart. He bakes with them and cleans with them. He keeps little girl hair bands on his keyring for hair emergencies. Apparently being a great girl dad revolves around hair. He handles bath-time, complete with Carmen Miranda style towel turbans at the end. He picks out great outfits that defy the boundaries of color and pattern mixing. I'm pretty sure the best decision I ever made in my life was choosing this man to father my children. Happy Father's wednesDay!