Sunday, April 11, 2010

Why Coop is the Best Dad on the Planet, No. 763,897

Yesterday, which was a Saturday, I had a particularly horrible migraine.  One of the throw-up-for-twelve-hours variety.  I added my trademarked move where I e-mail my best friend saying that I wish I was dead, DEAD, do you hear me??  (She, also a sufferer of migraines, knew that once the headache was gone, I would recant.)

Anyway, Coop got up and ran the dogs.  Then he took the girls to piano lessons (our piano teacher is having a difficult pregnancy and is teaching out of her house for the duration), out to lunch, to Barnes and Noble and to Michael's.  Then he cooked them their favorite dinner of sliders and fries.  (Sliders are tiny burgers and for some reason, my girls love them much more than the bigger cousins.)

In the midst of all that, he managed to find time to go to the store and buy a bunch of Easter stuff.  Because, today is Easter, didn't you get the memo?  It turns out that if you are traveling over Easter and only getting to have three Easter celebrations with each of the grandmothers and your good friends, the Easter Bunny will COME BACK to your house once you are home from your travels.

I didn't know this either.

But there Coop was, stuffing eggs late into the night and then hiding them and filling up the Easter baskets. When I came down this morning and sat down to put on my shoes, each shoe had a tiny plastic egg in it.  I set about hiding the eggs and every place I went to hide one, there was an egg already sitting there.  (Had my own little Easter egg hunt --I was giggling!)




I hope my kids know how lucky they are to have a dad with such a sense of whimsy and fun.  I sure know how lucky *I* am to have such an imaginative partner in this parenting gig.
Funny. He doesn't LOOK like the Easter Bunny.

11 comments:

DK said...

When I find a suitable mate, I'm sending him to Coop for husband/daddy boot camp.

Also, do you guys want to adopt me? I didn't even get *one* easter basket this year... (sniff, sniff) ;-)

kim said...

Ah, that Coop. He's a keeper. Hope you're feeling better. I knowest the migraine, and I understand.

Anonymous said...

Um, is that an artichoke in the bowl of fruit on the table? Just wondering.
Love, love, LOVE, your stories, please keep writing and sharing. :)

Barb said...

@Anonymous--Um, well, yeah. If you look close, there are avocados and also a ginger root. It's not so much of a fruit bowl as a Bowl of Things I Don't Want to Refrigerate. Sometimes, also? Keys and tape.

Anonymous said...

Can I say I'm jealous? My husband would NEVER do that! Holidays don't happen around here unless I do it. If I were sick, he would figure, well, we had Easter when we were traveling, so we are good.

Bethany

Susan said...

What a nice, nice man.

Bullwinkle said...

I think I might be late in saying "awwwwww" but, you know, ya'll were late having Easter and that didn't seem to bother the Easter Bunny.

Excellent Coop story. He's a sweetie for sure.

Mrs.Q said...

Can I come to your house for an Easter egg hunt? The closest we get to a visit from the Easter Bunny is when one of us notices that the chocolates are 50% off after the holiday weekend...

Murr Brewster said...

I got one of the same ilk. In my case, I got him when he wasn't a bargain and now I won't sell. Mine changes the smoke alarm batteries on Valentine's Day because false smoke alarms make me homcidal.

Here's hoping you have a lovely post-menopausal life of no migraines after you're done producing fine children.

Karen ~ said...

Coop wins by a landslide!

But what I REALLY want to know is .....

Is that really a "weebles-wobble-but-they-don't-fall-down" (sorta) chess set?!?!? I LOVE IT!!!

Barb said...

It IS a wobble chess set. My parents gave it to Coop for his birthday a few years ago. I honestly think of it as part of the art in my house --I love it so much! I think they got it from the MOMA store.

I haven't posted in much too long. I'm sort of overwhelmed by life and stuff at the moment.