Why Dads Rock

I wish I could show you Hubby's current Facebook profile picture. We have some strange security setting on our computer that won't let me "see" his pictures when I'm logged in as me. Trust, me, this one is a keeper. Hubby is dressed in the girls' ladybug costume, while the four of them are in various dress-up clothes, including a beret and deep red "whistle" lips.
I must, without a doubt, dedicate today's blog to Hubby. I remember soon after my girls were born a co-worker who had a baby a few months after me talked non-stop about her husband. She called him "superdad." I'm not joking. The guy changed one diaper a week and was a hero. Hey, I'm not knocking it. HE CHANGED A DIAPER. That's awesome, considering I've witnessed dads who don't know the difference between toothpaste and butt paste.
Hubby, however, changed diapers in the double digits each day, never complained and knew it was what it took to make our marriage work. I can tell you that I would not have survived the "early Quad years" without Hubby. He has changed diapers. He has cleaned up spit up... my goodness, he once had to clean up "morning sickness" on our bedroom carpet.
Hubby is a great male role model. He could care less that he has four girls... he teaches them to build forts, he tries to teach them his "sense of humor" (I put that in quotes because while the girls may find him funny, I tend to find him exasperating). He encourages them to get dirty and not worry if their hair is combed every day. (You think I'm joking? Come over here on a Saturday morning. I'll be at work and you'll be hard-pressed to find anyone with her hair combed). Hubby and I may not see eye to eye every day, but we agree on several things... we love one another and we love our daughters. So, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all the dads out there. Keep making your daughters realize how awesome you are.