Dad’s Day

Being the creature of habit that Jacob is (admittedly, I’m the same), he notices when something is different. 

Most days that he attends his day program, his dad and I take and pick him up together.  If it turns out that only one of us can, he will do a double-take as he exits the building.

Last week, Mike had an afternoon appointment so I was running solo.  Jacob came out of the building and looked in the driver’s window and I could tell he was wondering why I was picking him up alone.  He got in the van fine and was compliant on the way home.  When we went inside, he did a quick room-to-room survey.  Once he’d made it through the house, he did a U-turn and headed to the garage. 

I watched to see what he could possibly be doing.  Sweet buddy, opened the side door and got in.  I was following bewildered that we had just gotten home and he was getting back in the van.

He was waving wanting me to buckle him up when it dawned on me.  His daddy wasn’t part of the pick-up team.  He assumed he was home.  He wasn’t.  I do believe Jacob thought we needed to go get him.

When I explained that Mike would be home in a couple of hours, Jacob accepted my answer and went back inside. 

It was really special and funny at the same time. 

Not long after that, Mike was actually out of town for an overnight trip.  I got Jacob ready for bed following our usual nightly routine.  Right before we were doing lights out, Jacob jumped up, pulled his window blinds aside, and peered out.  You guessed it, looking for his daddy’s car! 

He might be getting tired of me!

In honor of Father’s Day, from Jacob to his dad:  I’m so happy you are mine and I’m your Cooter Bug. You are the very best daddy!  I’m lucky that I get to live with you.  Thank you for being my best friend!  I love you so much!!

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