Being a Dad is great

Last night I was bringing my oldest boy up to bed. We climbed the stairs, all the while he was messing and demanding that I carry him up the stairs.

He's 5 so he weighs a fair bit. The idea of carrying him anywhere on level ground is difficult enough, so carrying him up a flight of stairs is not so easy.

He was messing like crazy. Of late he has been doing this fake crying routine, pretending to be crying about just about anything he chooses. Two lego bricks won't stick together... WAAAAHHHH. He doesn't want to go up to bed.. WAAAAHHHH. And so on.

So he was at this lark last night as I was bringing him up. We made it to his bedroom, put on his pyjamas and then across the landing to the bathroom where the final pre-bed challenge nightly is the brushing of teeth.

He was there at the sink, Cars toothbrush in hand and randomly swishing the brush around in his mouth. He starts swinging his arms and giving me a random thump here and there.

I started out giving him that whole parental line about not thumping his dad when all of a sudden he caught my eye and we both burst out laughing.

That was the end of any thoughts of going to bed calmly and quietly. He laughed all the way through the rest of brushing his teeth, all the way back to his bed, and all the time while I was reading him a story.

One day on I just wish every day we ended up bursting into laughter. It's great.

Right now he's lying on the sofa in the next room shouting to me "Dad, can we hug each other".

It's great being a Dad.

I'm off to get my hug.