>Daddy’s the Big Man

>Abby has been calling men “the big man” for some time. She always states to me that “Daddy is the big man.” Yes, it’s true. Daddy is the man… such a man. We are at his brother’s house for the weekend and there is the slightest chill in the air. We aren’t putting on a sweat shirt. We aren’t snuggling up in a fuzzy blanket. We are building a fire. What is it with men and fire?

I seem to remember a certain student missionary who, when surrounded by all females, felt the need to build fire on the beach. Not only do men build and light fires, they tend fires. They love to sit there and feed the fire. Find any campfire and there will be a man, boy or male toddler who is sitting there feeding the fire with anything he can find.

Tonight, Daddy built a fire and I was terrified the whole night that we would burn down the house. It’s not our house and we don’t know what’s been going on with this fireplace. Let’s be real, I don’t even know how to use an indoor fireplace. There is a fire roaring as we speak and there isn’t smoke pouring into the house nor is there fire spilling out onto the hearth. I guess Andy knows what he’s doing.

Side note: After building up the fire, Andy was trying to get Abby into her jammies and got pulled into a you-stop-that, no-you-stop-that argument. I was trying really hard to back him up but I ended up snickering into Cate’s stomach. Her tummy, while fun to motor boat is a poor muffler…

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