ashton may be rough with his drums but as soon as baby girl irwin cried out in the middle of the night he’d rub his eyes and shuffle his way to her crib, lifting her up and resting her tiny head against his shoulder, humming nursery rhymes and bouncing her gently, patting her little diaper-clad butt as he walked around the nursery, continuing until her little green eyes had fluttered back shut and he’d lay her down in the crib and kiss her little forehead before going back to bed and pulling you back against him