Playtime with Daddy

One of the more recent things that brings a smile to my face is watching my cub and his father play together. It is the most precious thing in the world. It's funny. When the cub was a small baby it used to frighten me to watch my husband play with the baby. I'm sure all mommies know what I'm talking about. Men don't seem to have the same worries as women do when it comes to playtime. I felt like my husband would hurl our cub into the air. My heart would literally stop beating. It didn't matter that my son was giggling hysterically and absolutely loved that he was being hurled into the air. I believe that is now why his favorite play person is daddy. My cub absolutely could care less about playing with me. That's not what mommies are for evidently. He doesn't bring me his ball to kick around with him. I can't carry him around on my shoulder.These are special for daddy. Oh and when he does give mommy some charity playtime the giggles are not the same as they are for daddy. Were talking on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being giggles for daddy, mine are a 2. If you are sensing a little bit of mommy jealousy you're right. There is a little drop of green there but it's always erased by the joy it brings me to watch the two of them. Yep one proud mommy over here.

So one of the games my cub loves to play is chase. He absolutely loves being chased around the house. It usually goes that one of us will hide behind a door or an object and once the cub is near we pop out and say boo. The cub laughs hysterically then starts running. We chase him pretending it 's difficult to keep up with him then we finally catch him and hug him, more laughing. When we release him we turn and start running (more like pretend to run) until we can hide behind a door. When he enters the room we pop out and say boo and I think you get it. I've included a clip of the family fun.