Hubby made only one contribution to the entire layette. As we made our final trip to take care of any outstanding items from our registry, he wandered off, and then came back to find me with two plush soccer balls. They jingle when shaken, and they are embroidered with “My First Soccer Ball”. I thought they were priced ridiculously high, but he was so proud of himself…and I was proud of his pride…so of course we brought them home.
We both agreed many years ago that we would not be ones to push our children in any one direction. We would expose them to different experiences, and allow them to develop their own passions.
Secretly, I really hope that the girls will take an interest in music. I play a wide variety of different musical genres at home, and we sing and dance. I know Hubby feels the same way about soccer. He eats, lives, and breathes it -- it is his true passion.
At 17 months old, the girls don’t watch TV, so Hubby won’t be sharing in any of the World Cup madness with them just yet. He’s already plotting the 2014 Cup, though, when he hopes they’ll be alternately snuggling with him on the sofa, juggling a ball in the den, and enjoying “the world’s game” together.
Maybe that daddy-daughter time will make up for the formative month he’s sure to miss from June 11 – July 11 this year, when Hubby will no-doubt be tethered to the sofa upstairs, watching The Cup.
In the meantime, he takes every opportunity to make sure we’re getting our money out of those plush soccer balls.
Six weeks old:
Four months old:
Ten months old:Thirteen months old (with a ball that actually bounces):