On Monday night I slept in a Princess bed. No, I didn’t say a Princess’ bed, I said a Princess bed. A toddler’s Disney Princess bed to be exact. Complete with a heart shaped pillow and pretty pink sheets. One can say that I’ve taken the next step in fatherhood. I’d say I took it at 11:45 on Saturday night while I fell into the cloudy dreams filled with cotton candy and bubble gum only to have my wife yell “Luke, wake up we ‘gotta go.” Water was everywhere, her water that is, as it broke in bed. I think I was dressed and at the door in 55 seconds flat. Jenefer thought it’d be fun to take a quick shower. I was terrified that the little one would pop out if she stood up. With our first one we never experienced the water torture, they broke it for us in the hospital. I had no idea what to expect, or what would happen. Unfortunately nothing did happen for almost 12 more hours, but Isabella came out safe and sound around 11:00 a.m. and with plenty of time to spare for me to sleep through the Miami Dolphins getting mopped across their home turf. 

Being a father of one little princess has been a learning experince, albeit an experence that I have loved. Being a father of two little princess’ will prove to be taxing, but I love my girls. How did I end up in a princess bed you might ask? Well, considering the other alternative was sleeping on the floor of a princess castle surrounded by Curious George and company, the toddler bed was the better option. Lil’ decided she couldn’t sleep in her room on the first night her new sister was home, so she lay in bed with us poking her little fingers up my nose and repeatedly kicking me. That’s when Bella cried for the first time. Lily shot up like a flare, wide eyed and pointing at the bassinet… “OOOOO… What ‘DAT? I no do ‘dat…” I don’t think she’d realized we actually kept the baby that she saw in the hospital. Five days later and she’s starting to warm up to the fact that this baby is staying. She’s helping throw away diapers and handing us bottles and clothes, but she’s still a little surprised when Bella moves or squeaks, giving that look that says “What the hell was that?” Kind of like what I thought when I heard a pop on Saturday night and rolled into the wet spot on the bed…