Jack was out of sorts tonight. He kind of looked like he was crawling in his own skin. He wouldn't settle in one spot. He didn't seem happy doing anything. He was just very agitated. I almost assumed he was coming down with something and not feeling well. I tried bottles, rocking, singing, holding, naps, nothing seemed to work. I pretty much gave up. Then John came along and took over. Dad wrestled him, tickled him, tossed him in the air, made him fly like an airplane, tickled him some more, crawled around and pushed him with his head playing get you.
Well I guess sometimes it just takes Daddy. Mom was just too boring. All we have had since then is smiles and giggles and Jack totally crawling all over Daddy. Of course Daddy loving every minute of it too!
Thank goodness for Daddy's for boys who need some rough-housing therapy. Mom doesn't always have the energy at the end of the day.