Fathers' Day

First, I know I am a few days late.  Story of my life.  Second, I am not an overly sentimental or emotional person; at least, not publicly.  However, I must give credit where credit is due.  Just know that if you are uncomfortable reading this, I am likely 10x more uncomfortable writing it for an audience!  My deepest apologies to my husband for this public display of affection...

I always knew Ryan would be a great dad - but when we became pregnant, I was still a little surprised at how easy he wanted to make pregnancy on me.  He forced me to walk when I was tired (or being lazy), guilt-ed me out of THOUSANDS of Dairy Queen calories, and even agreed to go to a "breast feeding for twins" class (don't worry - never in a million years would I have actually made him go to something like this, it was a set up so his brothers could surprise him with a night out).  Although I know he was not happy about having to do something like this and complained to some of our friends about it (John Strawn tattled on you, Ryan), he never let on to me that he was annoyed by my insistence that we attend this class.

Then when I had high blood pressure, he removed what sodium was left in my diet and made sure I had my feet up as much as possible.  And when they put me on bed rest for preeclampsia, he didn't leave the hospital for days, slept on a cot made for someone half his height, and walked down the hall to fill my water glass anytime it was anywhere close to low.

Finally, when it was time to deliver, although I was a mess, he was the greatest support.  He held my hand through the c-section, sent a million pictures and videos in those hours I couldn't see the girls, and described their distinctive features (i.e., their HUGE feet).  Now when we do get to interact with Ella and Sadie, it is pretty awesome to watch him (creepy, I know).

So to round out this embarrassing tribute to my girls' dad, enjoy some pictures of Papa T with his little girls (I should note that Ryan is usually wearing clothes - but the only time we get to hold them at this point is for "kangaroo care" which consists of skin-to-skin cuddle time - so most of our pictures with the girls are topless... good thing this isn't a Mothers' Day tribute!):

Look at those tiny toes!!!! Although they are so incredibly cute right now... I am sad to report that I think Sadie may even have her dad's toes.  Ryan has terrible toes - the second two are outrageously longer than the first "big" toe.  And while I may be exaggerating on how ugly they are - it isn't that much of an exaggeration.  

First diaper change.  Let me start by acknowledging how stupid it is that I took a photo of the "first diaper change".  In my defense, this is one of the few times during the day we actually get to touch the girls - changing diapers is one of my favorite things to do.  

Ryan and Ella - every time he holds her, she will crane her neck up and open her eyes to "look" at him.  

Ryan and Sadie - I know she is small, but seeing her laying with Ryan just blows my mind.  What a sweet little peanut! 

So I am now realizing that there are a ton of photos on Ryan's phone that I will need to download before I can share them with you... #inexperiencedbloggerproblems.  I doubt he will be helpful if he knew what I was posting.

Happy Fathers' Day, Ryan!!  With love, your favorite ladies!