let me tell ya bout my best friend.

i don't think sam gets enough face time on this blog.  and i think that's exactly the way he'd have it.  but this post is necessary... this is p-ray's baby book after all.

first, i need to get this out there:  i have never, EVER heard sam complain about parker.  not once.  he's never complained about changing a diaper, he's never complained about fussiness, & he never tries to get out of any dad duties.  ever.  period.

sam almost always gets up with parker on the weekends.  and this last weekend?  i pretty much got the whole thing off.  while i spent the day at a bridal shower with girlfriends, parker & sam hung out at home & even went grocery shopping.  sam may or may not have locked parker in the car {that's another story}, but i won't hold that against him.

and after he spent a whole day playing "mr. mom," i kinda expected him to give me a hard time about staying out late & to start talking about how gross parker's four poopy diapers were that day {i mean freak, i would have}.  nope.  when i came home he showed me all the groceries they bought & how he was gonna make crepes in the morning.  no, seriously.  he had genuinely enjoyed his day with p-ray & didn't have a single complaint.

parker & sam are genuinely best friends.  a little switch inside of parker flips when sam gets home every day & parker fuh-reaks out.  i try to wrestle with him during the day, but it's not the same.  i just don't have the dad factor i guess.  and i'm ok with that.

i don't say this to brag, i say this because someday i want parker to look back & see how involved his dad has been since day one.  this is just the way it is.  i'm pretty sure to sam, the sun rises & sets on that little boy.  i'm pretty sure that will never change.

and i'm pretty sure my best friend has a new best friend.  and i'm ok with that too.


also?  i'm pretty sure i'm ok with your votes.  yup, definitely.