A little something I haven't told you about HT:
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He cannot carry a tune, but he can whistle a tune. And his whistle isn't just ordinary. It has a bit of a trill. Like a little bird he is.
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Tweet-a-lee-deedle-ee-dee, I hear from downstairs as he makes the kid's lunches in the mornings while I struggle upstairs with the tangles in Riley's hair.
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He's our own little song bird.
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'Til Mike & Mike come on, that is.
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you gotta love a man who whistles!
i have always wished i could whistle .. darby thinks it's hystrical that mama can only whistle one note .. yeah, whatever kid, we all have our crosses to bear
We have a father-figure friend who whistles so beautifully. Yeah, I can whistle, a lot of people can whistle something, but this guy - it's part of his fabric. I love that about him. . .
I love HT.
And I love that it's he who makes the lunches.
Yes, he makes the lunches, but we're both home most mornings and with the alternative being tackling Riley's hair?
He gets the better end of the deal. Trust me.
That could get old in a hurry.
My husband also whistles. He possesses a natural ability to be happy. When our son was nonverbal he could work up a whistle for us.
I wonder if whistling ability and happy are in the same part of the brain.
I bet they are! Not too many sad whistlers out there.
Yes, I think HT gets the better end of the lunch/tangles deal, but in lots of families, the mom ends up with both! That's sure what happened in my house when the kids were little.
Love me some HT.
Jerri,
I love and appreciate HT something awful, but it's called co-parenting.
Your wusband was a putz if he didn't do his part.
Thus the "wus," I guess.
; )
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