The kickster…

We might have to scratch the idea of C.T. (Connor/Tyler) being a professional golfer or baseball player. It seems as though he has a pretty good leg (or maybe it is a right hook). Maybe soccer will be in his future.

Victoria experiences the kicks quite often, but some appear to be stronger than others. The strongest ones don’t happen much, but do get a reaction out of Victoria. Usually as we are getting ready to fall asleep or just when we are getting up in the morning I will feel Victoria jump. It is almost like she his having a restless leg syndrome attack — you know, where you involuntarily kick your legs while laying in bed. I’ll turn to her with a sinister smile and ask, “What was that?” (Knowing darn well it was my future soccer star!) And she replies, “The baby kicked”.

Since he has our attention, I take that opportunity to talk to him and try to “egg him” on some more. I’ll call him by name (wouldn’t you guys like to know the name?) and say “<baby’s name>, it’s Daddy. What are you doing? I love you, <baby’s name>.” Then I’ll just continue to say his name with my hands cupped over Victoria’s stomach and either “good night” or “good morning”.

Sometimes I tell him to “kick mommy” some more. Of course Victoria gives me a look and I just smile and ask him again. I feel him kick quite a bit now and actually had him kick me while I had my head rested against Victoria’s stomach.

Some of you either think I am completely nuts for admitting all of that or think I am just a caring father. (Most definitely a caring father.)