Bean, my best friend and I refer to him as Father of the Year.... I wouldn't change dd one bit, but I bloody wish at times I'd picked a better bloke to have her with! I won't be the first or last to say that in the world. But plenty of plus points, and I am very much learning to kinda shrug him off except for the few hours he bothers being an actual, sort of dad to her.
It's a bit like Michael McIntrye said once 'think prick, say tut' helps greatly, and makes me smile, although it's normally far stronger than prick 
Dd has a blanket at the moment to sleep with, although checked her last night and she had a muslin, old baby towel and blanket on her.... Her cot bed is a bottomless pit of everything. I assume I had put said muslin and towel in her room to put away and she beat me to it!
Delightful cat brought a bird in this afternoon. Dd stood in the garden for the next five minutes telling anyone that walked past 'bird in bin' and then went up to the cat and said 'no more' the cat looked unimpressed.
I love seeing her develop so much, the wtf moments are pretty much out weighed --balanced out-– with proud smiles.