The other day as I was running a few errands with Vivi, I had my hands full (really, it was just her and my bag, but considering she is 25 pounds, her plus anything is a handful!) and somehow the buttons on my phone got pushed, and the song "You Can Call Me Papa" by Donovan Frankenreiter started playing.  I haven't heard the song in forever, and never really thought much about the words behind it, but as I was carrying my little Peanut, I suddenly realized what he was saying.  I thought it was sweet - and a sentiment worth sharing with all of you.  I think one of my biggest fears after Vivi was born was that I had ruined Chip and me.  I know that may sound silly, but in a hormone and sleep deprived stupor, it made perfect sense.  It turns out that absolutely wasn't the case at all, but print this out if you need a reminder, or if you are one of the fellas reading this blog (are there men reading my blog?  I have no idea.), put it in a pretty frame, and give it to your baby mama.  She will love it, I believe.  Or at least love the feeling behind it.  The size is 8 x 10, and if you click here, you can download the pdf.