A Boy Named Noccio

Years ago,

we started to read Griffin a book each night before bed. 

Sometimes 2 or 3 books.

Soon, Griffin wanted more. 

So, Matt started telling him stories he made up in his head. 

They were always about a boy named Noccio.

And they always began the same way.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy named Noccio."

They usually parallel what's happening in Griffin's life at the time. 

But with plenty of fart and poop jokes thrown in. 

See, I can't tell these stories properly.

Apparently I suck at the poop humor.

And Griffin cannot go to bed peacefully without hearing a Noccio story.

So, when Matt knows he has to work on a given night at his second job,

he'll go to his car that day during his lunch hour and record himself telling a Noccio story.

Then he'll text it to me. 

After Jasper goes down, we shower and brush our teeth, and read a book.

Then we play the recorded Noccio story.

Griffin usually plays it several times. 

We love that Daddy works so hard for us.

And I love that he makes these special stories a priority.

Even when he can't be here in person.

(I've always wanted to find an excuse to edit a few photos with RadLab's Grandma's Tap Shoes.

I kinda love the colors.)