Fatherhood

Arwyn makes some of the most horrifying noises I’ve ever heard.  She often bears down, scrunches up her face in concentration, then blasts it out loud enough to hear across the room.  Then she gets a look of satisfaction that last for about three seconds before the screaming “clean my butt” sets in.  It’s easy for us to miss that moment of peace before the storm, though, as we’re usually already debating who’s up for diaper duties.  ;P

I’m  wearing a Mountain shirt with one of my lovely wolves on it and Stacy’s got another Mountain shirt, this one with a knotwork dragon on it.  Arwyn’s onesie proclaims the obvious: “My Daddy <3 Me”.  As sweet as she is, how could I not?