Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little but it seems true about 70% of the time. I spend all day with Dean. Offering him the milk that my body is miraculously making (just for him I might add), cuddling his cute little body, and giving him all the kisses his little face can handle. Yet, during my watch it takes two hours for him to fall asleep if we get lucky a get a nap at all. But when it's dad's turn, oh it's like he's taking a vacation from his hard day job of being with mom and is drifted off to paradise. No spit up, easily soothed, and naps on chest for hours. HOURS. And as much as I would love to continue this rant I can't. Because while it does drive me a little crazy, it is always the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Dean is so blessed to have this guy as a dad and I am so excited that I get to call him my husband.