We have a tradition: Couch time.
Most mornings, I get up with the boys and spend the first hour with them, before mommy or the babysitter takes over (if it's a workday).
Couch time is special. We play. We cuddle. One at a time as the other waits in their corner of the couch.
But like the Starr Spangled Banner at professional sporting events, couch time gets shorter every morning.
Isaac just wants to get down and crawl.
Will doesn't want to be left out.
Tommorow we're going to listen to "The Cat's in the Cradle" together.
Then I'm going to look them in thier little eyes and say, "you guys are the dad"