This one's for the girls!

I have to preface this post with the disclaimer that Jason is of course a wonderful father and darling husband. Just today, I heard that Colbie Caillat song, "Falling for you" while I was driving to work and I sang along at the top of my lungs because it makes me happy thinking back to exactly what it felt like when I met Jason for the first time ten years ago. And watching Jason with Marin is truly one of my very greatest joys in life. They have their own jokes and games that I just can't seem to duplicate. Theirs is a love affair in the purest of daddy/daughter forms.

That being said.... When I turned to page 500ish of "What to Expect the First Year" yesterday, and came home to discuss what I had read with Jason, as is often my pattern, I thought aloud.... "You know, you could read these books too." This is only one of multiple books that I have read or consulted, on top of everything I read when I was pregnant with Marin. Not to mention the fact that I had to turn my body over to carry her for 40 weeks and exclusively feeding her around the clock for seven months after that. Granted, I did all of that willingly. But shouldn't Jason have to worry maybe just once about what to do about discipline or sleep schedules or what to feed her next? I'll tell you why he doesn't. Because I read the books and the articles and then come home with a verbal book report. Man, he has quite the life.

So as I was lightheartedly relaying these points to him last night (and pointing out the fact that they make a "Daddy section" so he really only had to commit to a maybe 100 pages versus the thousands that I have read and deliberated over) he said to me, "I want you to find me one dad that reads those books."

And so I will. Yes ladies, I am asking you to turn your husbands in to me. I know they are out there. I know some of your husbands read those books, or at least chapters in those books. Hand 'em over. I'm going to (gently) rub my darling husbands face in it. :) Come on- Rob? Craig? I bet they read them. Better yet- has any ones husband even tossed and turned at night and when you asked them what was bothering them answered, "I just can't help but wonder if Junior is adjusting at daycare as he/she should" or whatever it might be; you fill in the blank.

Of course I realize there is the slight chance that Jason is right; that no dad has read those books. In that case, I am going to have to go home tonight with my tail pulled very tightly between my legs and offer to do the dishes for a week as penance for my pride.

Let the comments come in. Please.

Let's bring the daddy back! 2010 is the year of the dad! What should you feed her? Do what I did- look it up. Can't figure out how to manage five different tasks while standing on your head, AND clean up afterwards? Welcome to my world, dad. It's your year!

Jas Jokes = Dad Jokes

Jason has a great sense of humor. It's one of the things that I love the most about him. He is able to laugh at himself, and make light of almost any situation. His own jokes are very unique. Many of them are of the "pull my finger" variety. I have heard them all a million times, and while every new suspect is in a fit of laughter, I am usually rolling my eyes in the corner, smiling saying, "Oh Jas..." Still, he has a great sense of wit and he makes me laugh.

Molly and I have always classified his jokes as "Jas Jokes" as a way to define what is so uniquely something Jas would say to make you laugh. However, my friend Jane recently confessed that she and our friend Adam say that one reason they believe Jason will be a great dad, is that all of his jokes are dad jokes. I loved it!

Jane's favorite example of this is a story I shared with her from a time that Jason and I were on vacation at the beach. We were walking along, and we passed a little girl whose parents were just a few steps behind her. She was stopped on the beach looking down, and as we passed her she looked at us and proudly identified for us, "That's a jellyfish!!" I smiled at her and said, "That's right!" But Jas, ever the quick thinking witty one said to her, "If that's a jellyfish, then where is the peanut butter fish?!" She thought about it for a split second and then burst into laughter all the time looking at Jas with the most adoring eyes like he was the funniest person she'd ever met. "There's no peanut butter fish!" she giggled.

Last weekend Jason and I asked my brother, Jake, for do us a huge favor and drop our dog off at the kennel. We had to leave to be out of town before the kennel opened, so Jake dropped off his "niece" (his words) for us. To thank him, Jason bought him a 6 pack of Heineken. We left it out on the counter with Norah's leash and food to be taken to the kennel with her. I left a note for Jake that said, "Thanks again, Jakers. The beer is yours." But Jason took a much more Jas joke approach. When I walked into the kitchen I saw that Jason had left his own note for Jake. Tucked in the Heineken was a note that said only, "Nice Heiny!!" I had to crack up. Such a Jas joke.

I've said before that Jason will be a great dad. I have absolutely no doubt about this. Perhaps it is that he is a bit of a child himself some days, but most likely its just because he is so fun and loves to joke with people and make them laugh. Whatever you want to call them-Jas jokes or Dad jokes- Jason is sure to have this baby (and occasionally its mommy) giggling through its childhood.