This one's for Dad(s)!

Dear Baby Girl,

So much has been happening lately. I have no time to write to you, as my time is consumed with the three men currently residing in our house: Dad, Grandpa Steve, and “Uncle” Jimmy. However, this trio is making magic happen. Your nursery is incredible. I am so excited for you to see it, and I hope that you will love it for years to come. They are working away to gain our little family nearly double the square footage your father and I have had for the past couple of years… and it’s all for you my dear.

Whenever I’m not bumping heads with Grandpa Steve, traveling to Home Depot, or being overly critical of every doorknob to the point that I’m driving the aforementioned men insane, I’m worrying about you. We’re in a crucial stage of development and I want to make sure I’m doing everything right for you. I’m not going to lie, as beautiful as everything is turning out with the house, this renovation is stressful, and I hope that the stress is taking less of a toll on you than it is on me. I try to stay calm (for your sake), but I get worked up about silly things on a daily basis. My consolation:  at our 24 week appointment I got some phenomenal pictures of you in the ultrasound. I will share these photos and photos of the nursery soon, but for today, I have to change gears and recognize three men that will be very special to you: your father, and your two grandfathers.

Your father. What would I do without him? My demands and moods have been out of control, and he takes them in stride. I drive him insane, yet he still does his best to help me maintain my own sanity. He can come off abrasive at times, but you and I both know he’s a softy deep down, and he’ll be a sucker for you for sure.

Grandpa Steve. Man, this man can really get to me. Probably because (I hate to say it), I have some of his qualities, and there simply can’t be two of us in the same room at the same time. But the man is giving his heart and soul, blood, sweat, and tears to making this house perfect for me, you, and Dad, and I know that he will be as great a grandfather to you as he was a father to me.

Poppa. I truly wish he were here joining in on the construction fun. He’s a worker, and I think that the crew we’ve got would thoroughly enjoy his company and expertise. We miss him. His generosity literally fuels the post work hours, as we have a solid supply of his homemade wine. 

So that’s two fathers, and one father-to-be. You’ve got a lot of Dad-love coming your way, kid. Happy Fathers’ Day!

Love,

Mom

Two of my favorite fathers... present and future!

I couldn't help but get a few gifts for this little holiday.
Grandpa Steve got his own attire, but I got Dad something for both you and him.
I figured since you are not born yet, clothes for you count as a gift for him.
Plus, how perfect is that onesie for him?

Little Fathers' Day brunch.

My photos of Poppa are pathetically limited.
I will remedy this next time I see him.
But this is a Cicala favorite of mine.
Look at your own dad in the little sailor suit! What a cutie.

Grandpa Steve is working so hard he can't stay awake in the pickup.