This one's for you Scott

Happy Father’s day to all of the dads I know.  You take a lot of crap from us. In honour of this special day I thought I would write a blog specifically about the love of my life and one of the father’s of my children.  Even typing “one of the father’s” make me feel just a little bit naughty.  What can I say; I’m one of THOSE women, who likes to mix it up. Back to the story at hand; Scott.  He just loves it when I write about him here.  He is still recovering from the last blog post I dedicated to him.

When I met Scott I had two kids, Logan who was two at the time and Meghan who was six. Not only was I a recently single mom but he had a baby on the way with his lovely ex-girlfriend.  Have I ever mentioned that he and I don’t do things the simple and traditional way? We like the complicated, slightly awkward to explain way of life.  It’s just the way we roll.

Besides being instant love (and lust) Scott was a keeper from the beginning when it came to my kids.  He was amazing with them, just having a natural talent for being around kids without going completely insane.  That is the definition of parenthood is it not?  That and to make sure your children have a real reason for the future therapy bills.

Between Scott and I we have four children.  Two are mine, one is his and thanks to the water in Mexico 9 months after our wedding, we popped one out that is ours.  Although I think Scott may be my biggest baby of all:P

So Scott baby, this one’s for you.

Some memorable moments with Scott as a dad (in no particular order):

OH MY GOD, I forgot him!:

When our youngest son Finnegan was six months old I went back to work and Scott took the remaining six months of parental leave.  Shortly after he took over the mommy duties I gave him a call around the time school let out to see how his day was going.  We were chatting about nothing much, his day, my day, that he had parked at our friend’s house a couple of blocks away and walked to the school.  I asked how Finnegan was and suddenly dead silence, followed shortly by “OH MY GOD I FORGOT HIM IN THE CAR I HAVE TO GO” and click.  My heart stopped as I waited at the phone for a phone call.  A very relieved and chagrined Scott called me back two minutes later with a sleeping baby in arms.  He got a frantic lecture from me and an almost heart attack.  He did learn something that day.  Never park far away from school, he CAN run like the wind when pushed and never ever forget the baby.  He never did again, although I still rag him about it now and again.  Sleep deprivation is fantastic and Scott had the pleasure of experiencing that!

Mrs. Hill wants to speak to you:

When our son Logan was in Kindergarten we got a call from his teacher one day.  His teacher, politely and awkwardly explained to us that Logan was “adjusting” himself in class and could we please ask that he stop doing that.  Scott handled it like a pro, sitting Logan down and talking to him about public vs. Private and suggesting to the teacher she send him to the bathroom if she noticed him doing it again.  Scott saved us from a lot of embarrassment, had she spoken to me I would have probably suggested we tape his penis to his leg, make him wear footy jammies to school, wear mittens, or duct tape his pants closed.

Meghan wears diapers?!?

One weekend when we were cleaning up our house and doing regular weekend things  like laundry (we’re living the dream, what can I say) Logan walked in on his sister in the bathroom.  She happened to be menstruating at the time and he caught her in the middle of changing.  He took one look and said “Meghan, you wear diapers?!?!?!” to which she firmly screamed for him to get out.  He went running to Scott and said “Daddy, daddy, Meghan wears diapers?!?!?”.

Scott calmly looked at him and replied “Go talk to your mother”

Daddy’s car goes faster than your car:

One day when I was driving down the street with the kids, Logan piped up from the back seat “Daddy’s car goes faster than your car mama.  AND sometimes, it even goes side to side”

I don’t do puke, I will NEVER live in Surrey and I will NOT drive a minivan:

All I can say to this is that you better watch when you say “never”.  One week after we started dating Scott kneeled beside me on the hall carpet helping me clean up sick 2 year old boy vomit.  Seven months after we met he moved in with me.  In Surrey. 

Four years after we met we bought a minivan.

All kidding aside, Scott is a great dad, who demonstrates by:

·         Being the hot lunch lady at school

·         Being a playmate when one is required (oh the sacrifices he makes for his kids)

·         Wiping away their tears, snot, poop, and other disgusting substances with only minimal gagging

·         Kissing away the hurt, the tears, and the fear (and not just for me!)

·         Never flinching when Logan introduced him to strangers as “This is my dad, I have another dad too”

·         singing aloud and off key to the Arrogant worms Pirate song complete with hand movements in the car

·         watching Barney, The Backyardigans and the Wonder Pets without hesitation

·         Reciting lines from Sponge Bob Square Pants to relate to our life

·         Wearing the sexy (even typed that with a straight face) uniform of a Scout leader

·         having a sense of humour, god knows he needs it

·         almost not falling asleep when I was in labour with Finnegan

What amazes me about him is the capacity for love he has, for the kids, for me for others.  We live a complicated, chaotic existence and I wouldn’t want to do it all with any other man.  Happy Father’s day my love, and thank you for being not only a fantastic husband but a wonderful dad too.

On a side note, when we were leaving a friends tonight (had dinner there) and I was headed home, him to work, he leaned into the van window and gave me a kiss.  From the back seat, Finnegan piped up “EWWWWW they licked tongues”

I can certainly say there is never a dull moment.