Rob and Max. These guys are my favorite, especially when they’re together.I mean, look at them! It’s just precious! Max adores Rob like I adore Roseanne. When I see Max throw himself onto Rob with his tiny arms open as wide as possible, my heart literally melts into a puddle of mush. And then he’ll rest his golden curled head on Rob’s shoulder and I die. Over and over again.
There are certain things daddy’s do better than mamas. Like share milk and sandwiches and popsicles. And roughhouse and pull your pants up to your bellybutton so you look like an old man. And love the hell out of you.
Happy Father’s Day (two days ago!) Rob!