I'm outing him...

my husband is a closet softy!
ok, well maybe some people know, like his family...but I must say, it is a mystery to most people that know him.

what do I mean by softy? Well, he would rather cuddle on the couch with this big boy (and self proclaim it as "father-son time") than go on a hike, run or even shoot stuff (don't most guys like to shoot stuff?)

don't get me wrong. my man is a strong, masculine, leader among men....but he sure does have a soft spot for a good nap and cuddle time on the couch.
as you can see here.

and poor Bryan for being 50% responsible for creating the most non-snuggling toddler this side of the mason dixon.

she snuggles, but its rare (well, with him that is).

of course momma gets the choice picks of the snuggles, but poor daddy often gets the Heisman and a stern "Noooo!" 

I do feel horrible for him, but it has gotten better.

the older she gets the more affectionate she gets, and on purpose. 

her random "wuv you" and "meece you" and 'hug/ keece you" make our days. 

not only does he have a daughter that is sometimes too busy to slow down and snuggle, but he has a wife that sometimes gives him the stiff arm Heisman as well. 

POOR BRYAN.

we laugh, because its is quite funny how alike Mady and I are.

and again, poor Bryan.

BUT, he has BUCK who, we are convinced, sole purpose for  existence on this earth is to 

snuggle, touch, lick, hold, be held, sleep on, be next to, jump on, lick, sit on lap of, and lick us.

So Bryan being a softy is good because has a softy dog in Calvin. 

We are praying the next babe loves to snuggle half as much as Buck does.

Father- son times for the softies. 
love them both.