Tonight I learned why my mom would put foil underneath her barbecue chicken in the oven... my pan has been soaking in the sink for the past 30-40 minutes and still has burnt barbecue sauce on it. But, at the risk of this turning into a slapstick kitchen comedy blog, I'll move on.
Is there a better sound in the world than that of your husband and child giggling and clapping together? Brandon got Brooklyn dressed in her pajamas tonight, the whole time singing and rhyming and making noises and laughing together, the very definition of adorable. And the door was open so I could see in while I sat at the table finishing my dinner. The best part of the whole ordeal was seeing the big hug she gave her daddy after it was all over. She nearly leaped into his arms and let him hold her as tight as he could. I even got them on video later in the night when Brandon made two of Brooklyn's baby dolls sing "Skip to my Lou" and then give her hugs. My husband is the best daddy in the world. He willingly plays with dolls to make our daughter happy and doesn't freak out when I record it. Some would call this incriminating evidence, but we just call it love :)