Well, it's settled. Erik is the cutest Daddy-to-be ever.
Baby Girl's ears are now developed and Erik is desperate for her to know his voice when she is born. He claims she will be more familiar with his voice than mine. In fact, every time I tell him she is moving around he stops whatever he is doing, runs to my belly, and starts talking to her. It is usually nonsense talk, but she seems to be amused by her father's antics. For example, the other day he was telling her about how she was probably all squished in there but that she would be getting more and more squished (because she will grow faster than my uterus) followed by "one squish to rule them all" (birth). Every time he said the word "squish" she would kick, so then he was just saying "squish, squish, squish" to her. (Yes, this is how we spend our time these days, and no, I would not trade it for anything.) This is a Daddy's Girl if I ever saw one.
Last night he decided it was time to start playing his guitar for her.
It melted my heart.
He came up with two songs for her. (I would just like to point out that he has only managed to come up with one song for me!) One of the them is appropriately called "(Baby's secret name)'s Lullaby." The idea is that she will hear it enough while in the perfect comfort of my belly so that later when she is born she will hear her lullaby and associate it with being calm and comfy. We'll get back to you on whether this works or not :).
I can't wait until she is born and I can see the two of them meeting for the first time. I'm sure he will be a mess. If you don't know Erik, he leans toward the sentimental side. He gets teary when I bring home things like this:
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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