I mean that.
Brad is as involved as any parent could be (sometimes even to my dismay when I want to forge ahead stubbornly). He changes diapers, he trims fingernails, he discusses different sleep theories with me ad nauseum, he cooks dinners, he attends to late-night wake-ups, and on and on.
They couldn't be luckier children. I mean that too. Happy Father's Day Brad!
And here's Brad entertaining Cassandra on her first flight yesterday (from Virginia to Denver, Colorado):