Mommy – “I don’t know sweety, who?”

E- “Daddy will be Prince Charming!”

Me – “Oh, Sweety, I’ll be your Prince Charming until another Prince Charming comes to take your heart.”

That’s it fellas. She’s looking for a Prince Charming. Who is it going to be?

It better be you. Because if it’s not, someone else will step in to fill the gap. Who knows what they’ll be like. How they will treat your little princess? What they will say to her? How they will make her feel?

These are all important questions that you need to ask. Of yourself. How are you treating her? How are you treating her Mom? What kinds of things to you say to her? How do you make her feel?

You will be who she compares every other boy to. Good or bad. She’ll either want someone just like you or absolutely NOT like you. That’s going to be up to you and how you handle this precious little girl God has given you.

So… Treat her like a princess. Build her up. Tell her how much she is worth and where that worth comes from. Show her how a lady should be treated and spoken to. Love her unconditionally.

Leave some big shoes for the next Prince Charming to fill…

Caleb and I had our crocs on so we headed up stream through the creek and found another spot with some good potential.  Caleb got soaking wet playing in the creek and I got a little wet going after my snagged lure.  We didn´t catch anything, but we had a blast.

Phil took pictures between casts and we came away with a few good ones.  We also came away with something else.  I noticed what looked like a little dirt under Caleb´s left eye.  I mean right under his bottom eye lash.  I tried to get it off a couple times, but it was stuck and Caleb didn´t want me messing with it.  I left it alone until bedtime, when I had to take a really close look.  Upon further inspection (thanks to the help of Caleb´s creature magnifying glass), sure enough if Caleb didn´t have a TICK stuck on him!  On his bottom eyelid!

He was a brave little boy for sure.  I had to talk him through it, but I am so proud of the way he handled me taking that tick out.  Imagine being 3 years old and having to hold perfectly still while your Dad takes a tick off your bottom eyelid right under your eyelash, WITH A PAIR OF TWEEZERS!  He was AWESOME!  Two tugs and out it came.  We checked it out under his magnifying glass before I flushed him down the toilet.  Afterward, I gave him a piece of Hershey´s and told him how proud I was that he was so brave.

Happy Father´s Day!