Silly Daddy!

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I just had to share this story. Yesterday my lovely husband got up with Jax at 7 because it had been a rough night for the baby and I. (But it wasn’t for nothing, he got another tooth!)

Anyway, I got my extra 45 minutes of sleep while they got some daddy/baby bonding time. When I woke up my husband proudly showed me that he had dressed the baby.

I immediately died laughing. It took me a few minutes and multiple attempts at speech to tell him, “Nice try, but that is the DOG’S shirt!”

Apparently the fact that it rode halfway up his back but hung low in the front wasn’t an issue for him.

Gotta love him for trying though :)

Baby Carriers are Cruel and Selfish, Who Knew?

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As Jaxton’s mom, I know what is best for him.

His favorite place in the world is in his mommy’s arms. He is his happiest, safest, and most content there.

But he is heavy. Even when he was only 10 lbs, holding him all day was tough. So I started using my baby carrier. He LOVED it. I have used that carrier everyday since Jax was about a month old.

When he was about 2 months old he started craning his neck trying to see what was going on around him. He wanted to be facing out and eventually that was the only way you could hold him. He is a social butterfly and a nosy rosy. He likes to see what’s going on!

So once I started allowing him to face forward in his carrier, he was in heaven. As soon as he would see me put it on his little legs would start kicking and he would just squeal…

Butt apparently, according to an Australian parenting expert, I’m “cruel and selfish” for allowing him to face forward.

“Imagine if you were strapped to someone’s chest with your legs and arms flailing, heading with no control, in a busy shopping center,” said Dr. Fowler, professor of child and family health nursing at The University of Technology Sydney, according to news.com.au. “It would be terrifying. It is the same for our children.”

She goes on to say that parents who fail to consider the baby’s perspective are inadvertently quite cruel to their children.

Is this for real? Is she getting paid for this crock of bull? There are parents who strap their kids into a bouncer or swing and leave them to watch tv all day. There are kids who only get attention from their parents when they scream or hurt themselves. Yet this ‘expert’ feels the need to pick on parents who spend quality time interacting with their babies?

I’m not sure why this got me so fired up but it really did. To be called cruel and selfish because I allow my baby to do what he clearly loves to do is just about enough to make my blood boil. Who does this lady think she is?

I can see if the baby is screaming bloody murder and white as a ghost, then maybe she doesn’t like to be forward facing. But my guess is that parents who are attached enough to use carriers would pick up on those subtle cues and fix the situation.

Babies know how to tell parents what they do and do not like. If a baby is terrified and being tortured the parents are going to know it.

Like I said before, I know what is best for my baby and being with me is best. He loves his carrier and I love using it. In fact, I thought I lost it last week and I almost had a heart attack.

This ‘expert’ needs to pick on  the thousands of parents who really are damaging their children and leave us good parents alone.

 

 
 
 
 
 

Celebrating Breastfeeding Milestones

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When I was pregnant everyone asked if I was planning to breastfeed and I would answer, “I’m going to try.”

I wasn’t against breastfeeding, and I knew that it was free. That’s why I was going to “try it”. I didn’t have kids and had never really been around a breastfeeding mom so I was pretty clueless. I had heard it was the healthiest option. But I’m not going to lie, it was free.

Minutes after Jax was born the nurses helped me breastfeed him for the first time. He latched on and pigged out like a champ. That was easy. Ha, boy did I have a lot to learn. I didn’t know that this often happens, the baby is an awesome eater for their first feeding and then the real fun begins.

Learning to help him latch on, figuring out the best positions for holding him, getting over the awkwardness of allowing strangers to help me… it was all a bit overwhelming. I had a blister before I even left the hospital, and to say it hurt is putting it mildly.

The lactation consultant at the hospital was a huge help. She gave me a pep talk that made me feel better about my struggles and great about the healthy start I was giving my little guy.

But when I got home, I was on my own, and the pain only got worse. Jax ate every two hours like clockwork. I can remember taking a deep breath and bracing myself for the pain that made my toes curl each time I would begin nursing on that side. The tears came on their own despite my best attempts at fighting them.

This was hard! And I had tried… now what formula should we buy?

But then the lactation consultant called me at home to check on me. She listened to my concerns and made me feel a lot better again. She assured me that it will get easier. She convinced me to try to make it to the 3-month mark. She said she likes to call moms at the 3, 6, and 12-month marks to see if they are still breastfeeding.

The thought of making it 3 months seemed impossible, but it was motivating. My husband was my biggest cheerleader. He got up with me every time Jax woke up through the night. He felt so bad when he saw how much it was hurting. But when I cried and begged for him to get formula he refused.  But I am SO glad he made me stick with it.

At the 2-month mark, my blisters finally healed. I kid you not, that first blister lasted that long. I remember thinking hey, this isn’t bad at all anymore. I no longer felt anxious, pain, or stress, only relaxed and proud!

I began looking forward to the 3-month mark when the hospital would call and I could tell them I was still breastfeeding. I began thinking I may even try to stick it out for the 6-month milestone. But the 3-month check in never came. Oh well, it will be even more exciting to tell her I made it to 6 months.

Breastfeeding became so natural that I could literally do it in my sleep. I have even been known to lean over the car seat to nurse while we are driving down the road (another perk of living in the middle of nowhere, no traffic). It is simple now. It is natural, and it is our bonding time. I love snuggling up with my little guy after he’s been busy roaming the house and becoming far too independent.

6 months came and I was ready for my phone call. By that point I was a major breastfeeding advocate. I don’t know what it is about it, it’s so liberating to know that I got through the pain and the inconvenience to do what I felt was best for my baby. It would have been so much easier grab a bottle in a pinch. To not have to worry about where and when I would feed him when we were in public would have been great. But I stuck with it.

I don’t judge moms who don’t breastfeed their babies. It is hard to voice my pro-breastfeeding opinions without sounding like I am judging moms who formula-feed. I promise that I understand that it is a choice each mom is entitled to make. Some moms simply can’t nurse for whatever reasons. Other moms don’t want to, and that is ok.

But I am proud of myself for breastfeeding for almost 7 months now, dammit. And if the lactation consultant isn’t going to call me to toot my horn, I’m going to have to toot my own! TOOT TOOT!!

Baby Steps

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So, I am taking baby steps toward overcoming my separation anxiety. When I google ways to overcome this separation anxiety I see tips about blankies and stuffed animals. I may be wrong, but I think these tips are to help the baby… Ummmm hello?! What about the mommy? Clearly I am the one who is suffering the most.

Last week I went for a pedicure. Don’t  get confused, my life is far from pampered. If you saw my feet and hands, and hair, and eyebrows you would know this… But I had a gift certificate that a thoughtful friend bought me when I had Jax so I decided to use it. I felt so guilty leaving my baby to do something so selfish. Well, for about 10 minutes… then I felt great! And he had a fun time with his Nana and Papaw… all was well, we both survived.

So, last night I announced that we had to go to the store. Just before it was time  to go, I nursed Jax and he fell asleep. I knew he would sleep at least an hour so I suggested that I just leave him with my husband instead of all of us going to the store as planned.

It had been months since I left my husband alone with the baby. He’s not a dead beat dad or anything, but I am always around. I am as afraid to be away from the baby as my husband is to be alone with him. And Jax may be bigger now and not nearly as fragile, but he’s mobile!

My husband did not look excited, terrified is a better word. But I handed the sleeping baby off and made a beeline for the door. I needed to get out of there before either of us changed our mind and before the babe woke up.

Unfortunately running to the store takes me almost 2 hours because in case I haven’t made this clear, we live in the middle of nowhere! I drove as fast as I could and speed walked through the store to make it back in less than 2 hours. I have yet to be away from him for 2 hours and I was not ready to break any records yesterday.

So 1 hour and 51 minutes after my swift departure, I returned to find a happy baby and a fairly relaxed husband. We all 3 survived. Despite my sister calling me on my cell phone announcing that she called my house and heard the baby screaming in the background when my husband answered. I didn’t even call to check in, and he only called me once!

I’ve been wanting to leave them alone for a while. I have that ridiculous dream that I’m sure most moms have. You know the one where your husband finally takes a walk in your shoes and realizes how hard it is to do what you do? I was hoping to come home to a clean house and a frazzled husband who couldn’t tell me fast enough how sorry he was for taking me and all my hard work for granted. Ha, in my dreams. They rode around on the golf cart and played with the dog. He didn’t even think about doing anything besides take care of the baby. Silly me, I should have left a honey-do list.

So my husband may not have a greater appreciation for what I do day in and day out… But I am inching closer and closer to that two-hour mark. Next time I may stay gone for an hour and 55 minutes. Or not. Baby steps!

Boys are Kinda Yucky…

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I desperately wanted a boy. I thought I was made to be a boy mom. I mean, I love football. But I’m quickly learning… boys are kinda yucky.

At just 6 and a half months, it is safe to say that my little man is ALL boy.

That means this momma has a lot of loosening up to do.

My Jaxton already laughs when he farts. Seriously, the louder the better. His daddy couldn’t be more proud. Apparently this morning they had a contest and Jax won. (We won’t tell the husband that I blogged about him again).

He already loves dirt. It never fails, I put a blanket down in the grass and place my baby in the center, and he immediately crawls onto the grass. He wants to eat the grass and always finds a pile of dirt. I spend our entire outside time taking dirt and grass out of his hands. But yesterday my husband told me to loosen up… So to my dismay, we let Jax crawl around in the grass. His knees, toes, hands, and elbows were filthy (ok they had a little dirt on them). And don’t even get me started on his nails, yuck.

I am always chasing him around with a baby wipe to clean his face, hands, and under his neck. He already hates getting his face wiped. Trying to clean out his nose is like World War 3… It’s that bad. But I can’t help it, I have to do it.

I see all these dirty faced kids running around and after I fight the urge to wipe their faces, I tell myself that they must have relaxed mommies. It’s not the end of the world that their faces are dirty. I could live with that. Someday.

I know it’s only going to get worse. The other day, at the campground, we got like a foot of rain in 10 minutes. There was mud everywhere! There were kids in puddles on every corner. I watched in horror as they ruined their clothes and shoes. Jax watched their every move and kicked and laughed happily. I tried to cover his eyes, but he wasn’t having it.

“Are you going to let Jax do that in a few years?” a friend and parent of one of the muddy kids asked.

I’m not going to lie, it made my heart beat faster. Do I have to? The thought of what is in those puddles… The thought of washing his clothes… What if he gets hurt?

But I played it cool and said “Sure, if he wants to.”

Duh, I am the epitome of a cool mom…

But I DO Work!

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Jax loves to help Mommy work!

In a Parenting.com survey, 42 percent of moms said they’d rather get a 50 percent raise at work than spend 50 percent more time with their kids.

Wow, and here I was naïve enough to think that working moms probably spent all day missing their children and wishing they could be home with them. I’m not judging working moms. I could never do what they do and I’m sure it’s hard. But I wish they wouldn’t judge me for staying home.

The debate over which is better will NEVER be over… but as a work-at-home mom, I’m going to throw my 2 cents in.

I am met with mixed reactions when I tell people that I stay home with my baby. Many moms get really excited and seem genuinely happy for me. Others almost seem angry about it. “Must be nice” is a common reaction. Once when I was sharing my inability to leave Jax for more than an hour at a time, someone looked at me and said, “I take it you don’t work”.

I tried to explain that I do work part-time from home as a writer. But her eyes glazed over and she moved on to be rude to someone else.

Why does this always happen? I swear, it’s like nobody believes me that I work from home. I don’t think people believe that I can write from home and earn a legit paycheck. Or maybe they just don’t consider this work. I don’t get it.

Is it just that it’s not considered work because I don’t have to get in my car and leave every morning? Because I don’t have to wake up and be somewhere at a certain time? Because I don’t have to sit in a plush office or wear uncomfortable heels? Or because I don’t work a certain amount of hours ? Is my job too easy for them?

My “alarm” goes off alright. Usually around 2:30 am and then again around 6 or 6:30. If I’m lucky I can hit snooze, but it doesn’t always work. Most days I am officially clocked in by 7 am.

My commute to work is often delayed. Dirty diapers, a fussy baby that needs my lovin’s, a dog that needs out, and a husband that needs coffee usually make for at least a half an hour trip to the computer.

But it’s Ok, I love to give lovin’s and I enjoy the extra morning time with my husband that waking up with baby provides.

My “office” doubles as a living room, play room, nap room. Quiet does not exist in my office… but that is fine. The sounds of a happily babbling baby and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse songs inspire me. You hear ringing telephones, I hear screams for “Momma” and it’s Ok because Momma is my favorite thing to hear in the whole world.

My office chair doubles as a couch and my desk is also a lap. My computer has to fight a baby and a puppy for space on my lap. If I hadn’t lost all my baby weight it would be easier to accommodate more than one at a time.

I don’t wear heels. I seldom have time to brush my hair before noon. But I do wear a baby on my hip at all times and my 18 pounder has to do as much damage as your heels.

I am lucky to have answered all my messages by 10 am. When Jaxton takes his morning nap, I can’t type fast enough. During his afternoon nap I try to get some more work done. Jax likes to sleep in my lap, so typing is not easy… but it’s my only choice.

The evenings go by way too fast, family time always does. After dinner is served, dishes are done, and laundry is put away, the last thing I want to do is get back behind my computer. I want to be on the floor playing with my boys!

I get the most work done between the hours of 8pm and midnight. When my eyes cannot possibly stay open any longer I shut the monitor off and join everyone else in bed, after I “clock out”.

 So… that’s what? 17 hours on the clock? Not to mention when I have to clock back in when he wakes up during the night… I would guess that at least 14 of those hours require me to work one-handed. I can’t think of a single time during my day that I’m not doing at least 4 things at once. If it doesn’t count as work to some people, I’m not going to change their mind.

 But honestly, being a just stay-at-home mom is hard enough. It is the hardest job I have ever had, without even trying to work on the side. I’m a mommy 24 hours a day. I don’t know anyone who works more than 24 hours a day. So if people think that’s all I do, that is fine with me.

A “Positive” Trip Down Memory Lane

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So I was cleaning out my closet yesterday and, as usual, I found something that took me on a little trip down memory lane. You can usually expect to find something from your past in your closet, right? Sometimes it’s a good something, sometimes you wish you didn’t have to relive those memories again. Well, this was a good something. But it was not your typical picture, yearbook, or love letter. It was my collection of positive pregnancy tests.

Seriously. I kept them. All of them.

My sister is going to be so embarrassed for me when she reads this.  (My brutal honesty embarrasses her. I don’t get embarrassed, so I guess someone has to. There’s no shame in my game).

When I decided I was ready to have a baby I became obsessed with getting pregnant. That’s what I do, when I want something I go all out. I could have said OK we will stop preventing and see what happens. But that’s for amateurs. I threw myself into trying to conceive. I read all the books, I joined the forums, I googled the best times to try, what foods to avoid, you name it…

It’s a whole ‘nother world out there in trying to conceive land. Or should I say TTC? They have their own lingo. There is TTC (trying to conceive), 2WW(two-week wait), DPO (days past ovulation), CD1 (cycle day 1), BFP (big fat positive), BFN (big fat negative)… I could go all day.

After a couple of weeks of studying, and thanks to my regular cycle, I knew what I was doing. I stocked up on pregnancy tests. For the first time in my life I was excited to take one of these tests…  The First Response tests say they can detect pregnancy up to 6 days before your missed period. I started trying by about  8 days before. I couldn’t wait. The symptoms were all there. I knew I was pregnant I just needed one of these tests to confirm it already.

I tested and tested… don’t tell my husband how many tests I wasted. Finally by day 9, 6 days before my “friend” was due to arrive, I got my BFP (Big Fat Positive, remember?)

My husband came home from work and confirmed that yes, there was a very faint line. I was pregnant!

The next day I had to take another test to be sure. The line was a tiny bit darker… but still very faint.

So the next day I had to see if it got any darker. It could have been a chemical pregnancy you know? Or a false positive. I had to be sure. It was a bit darker again. This was so much fun!

I tested every day until I went to the doctor. Each day the line got a little darker. Then I read on my forums about how much fun it was to see the word “pregnant” on one of those fancy digital tests. So I had to splurge for one of those too.

After I had a sonogram to confirm that my little bean had implanted successfully and everything looked great… I still had to test a few more times.

I was addicted. That happens you know, it’s called POAS addict. (Pee on a Stick). I told you there was a  lot of lingo.

So now I have about 15 positive pregnancy tests in a Ziploc bag in my closet. The lines are still there. I laugh now at how crazy I was… but I remember fondly the joy I felt every single time that second line appeared, darker and more quickly than on the previous day’s test. It was so exciting.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel guilty when I got pregnant on my first try. I had developed relationships with these women in these forums. Many of them had been trying for years to conceive and here I was this newbie coming in and getting pregnant when my husband looked at me. (Really Dad, that’s how it happened !) I struggled with that guilt. It makes my heart ache thinking of the pain and heartache that so many women must feel month after month. I wish I could make it all better for them. I wish I could understand why the world works the way it does. Why do these wonderful women have such a hard time becoming a mommy when there are drug addicts who will never appreciate their babies accidentally getting pregnant all the time? Ugh, that is just a sore issue for me… sorry.

So anyway, I considered getting rid of the collection of tests for about a half of a second. But then I remembered how happy I was at that time in my life. It was one of the most exciting times ever; well until Jax got here… that is way better!

I can’t wait to start trying for baby number two next year. I would like to say that I won’t be such a pregnancy test addict next time around but who am I kidding? If I keep having babies I’m going to need a pregnancy test sponsor!

Mommies Need to Play too!

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Being able to stay at home with my baby boy is a dream come true. When I was pregnant, I talked about going back to work after baby, but I didn’t really want to. Once he was here, the thought of leaving my baby boy for more than an hour made my heart beat too fast and tears flow. So when my husband didn’t force the idea of me going back to work, I was beyond grateful.

I have since found ways to earn a little money from home by putting my love of writing to use. I like to think the education degree on my resume helps me land these gigs, it helps when it’s time to write the checks for the student loan payments.  I am enjoying being there for my baby’s every moment, but I am still able to contribute financially. So I’m now a work-at-home mom and I am truly LOVING life.

I get to wake up to my baby boys smiles and enjoy his happy morning playtime while I drink my coffee. I check email and squeeze a little writing in while he plays and then we take the dog out to play. We have a routine. I get most of my writing done during his two naps… I clean when I can. I’m not an expert, my house could use some TLC, but I’m doing alright.

But some days I need desperately to get away. Not from my son, I am sure that day will come, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Some days I need to get out of the sticks, away from my dishes and laundry, away from this computer that isn’t nearly as much fun now that I use it for work, and interact with ADULTS.

Luckily, I am not alone. I am so blessed to have many of my close friends that either had babies born right around the time my Jaxton was, or who already had kids of their own. We are a regular little group of mommies. Jaxton has as many friends as I do and he is only 6 months old. One week in July he had 4 play dates. Thank God our social lives are in sync, I wouldn’t have time for one of my own.

Last week I got a group of my friends with kids together for a play date at the park. There were 4 of us with a total of 8 kids under the age of 5. We fed the ducks, the older kids played on the playground, and Jax and his two baby friends, who are 1 day and 10 days younger than him played, on a blanket. We were there for 2.5 hours and there was not one tear, tantrum, or injury. The kids had a blast, and us mommies had ADULT TIME!! It was bliss! I’m not sure who needed it more, but I’m thinking it was us mommies.

It went so well that we are planning a follow up play date for this week. I would like to try to do it once a week. It is great for the kids and the mommies. We gossip, talk about our little ones, and laugh about how alike our husbands are. Then we pack up, put our mommy hats back on, and get back at it. Last week we all had to go to WalMart afterwards, yuck.

I so hope that we are able to keep these play dates a regular thing. I recommend everyone make an effort to organize play dates or find a mommy and me group to get involved with. In the hustle and bustle of everyday life it is easy to become a prisoner of domestic duties and dirty diapers. And while we do have the very best job in the world, sometimes we just need an afternoon off.

Tips are Better

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True story: My friend was sitting outside an ice cream shop  the other day with her baby who just so happens to be one of my little guy’s best friends. As I am sure most moms do, (I know I do) she gave her little man a bite of her ice cream. It would be rude not to. Just as she did this, a woman that she had never seen before in her life approached her and said, “ I hope he doesn’t end up obese. They are working on a law that will take obese kids away from their parents and I hope it passes.” Did I mention that this was a total stranger? I kid you not. I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

Some people really need to learn how to zip their lips. Yes, my fellow mommies, I’m talking to you. Granted, there is a difference between this woman’s blatantly rude comment and advice on the best age to stop nursing. But it all boils down to this in my mind; Just because you are older, more experienced, and wiser than me as a mom does not mean you are better than me. You may have done a perfect job raising your 6 self-soothing kids, who never had to be held and slept in their own beds, by the book, with no tv, and no sugar. But that doesn’t mean that I have to do it your way. And by trying to force your opinion of what you think is best for my baby on me, you are only going to make me mad.

It doesn’t matter how old you are as a new mom. To the generation above you, you still look young. I am almost in my late twenties… but to the parents with grown children I am sure I still seem like a very young new mom who shouldn’t have a baby already. So the advice flows freely… yayyyy.

I admit, I am pretty stubborn, or bullheaded as my mom says. I get it from my dad. And I am very confident in my abilities as a mom. I don’t know why but I am. So I thought maybe I was alone in my distaste for advice. But I asked around and after hearing stories about strangers, in-laws, and friends with unwanted advice, I found I am not alone at all. It’s an epidemic.
This is not the first time that I have taken to my keyboard to vent about unwanted advice. But now that I am a little bit more experienced as a parent… I have to admit, I understand where it comes from. When I see new or expectant moms I do sometimes have to bite my tongue to stop the words from coming. But I am big on not offering tips or advice unless I am asked. I know how bad it makes my own blood boil when other people feel the need to shove their own opinions down my throat and I refuse to do that to someone else.
But I know that in most cases they really do just want to help. As do I. There are things that I know now that I would have loved to have known 6 months ago. So the urge to share my wealth of knowledge is there… I just make sure I am careful about how I deliver it.
In my mind, there is a huge difference between tips and advice. I offer tips, little tid-bits of knowledge that I have picked up along the way, or that have been shared with me. For example, the use of calming drops that helped when Jax used to turn into a monster at 9 pm every night. I posted on facebook that this was happening and a friend shared that those drops helped her a lot. Now, when someone else has the same problem, I pass on the tip.
I am careful to never share any problem or dilemma I may be experiencing unless I want tips or advice from other moms. Because I know it will come, and quickly. And as long as the tip is offered in helpful nonjudgmental way I am really grateful for it.
The bottom line is this, there is a big difference between “I went through the same thing with my son. The drug strores sell these calming drops that really helped us a lot. Have you tried those ?” and “You are letting him take advantage of you. He knows that if he screams and cries you will drop everything and hold him so that’s why he’s doing it. You should have him in bed by 9 pm because he is obviously fighting sleep and you are just keeping him up too late. Lay him in his own bed and let him cry, don’t give in and it will eventually stop.”
So my advice, I mean tip, to moms who just can’t resist sharing their knowledge. Take a second to try to offer your advice as a helpful tip instead, only answer the question asked, don’t talk to strangers, and BE NICE!

A little whipped cream never hurts!

How hard is it?

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Way to leave ya’ll hanging last night, right?

I will share that funny little tid-bit from my husband, I promise. Only mommies will appreciate it. Especially stay-at-home mommies who practice the beautiful art of never putting their spoiled ( I mean extra-loved) babies down all day no matter what they are doing.

But first I have to brag! We have another “first“. My list is getting longer and longer…. *tear*. I keep telling Jax to slow down but he listens about as well as his father.

So last weekend was ROUGH. Jax was miserable because of his darn teeth. He cried, screamed, smacked himself in the ears, drooled, bit anything he could…. and stayed up for about 2 hours in the middle of the night both nights. That was the worse part. He would just wake up so upset and wouldn’t stop crying. He never does that. I thought there has GOT to be a tooth on the way!

And there was! Tuesday afternoon I felt and saw the beginnings of his first tooth! Now it is fully visible and all the way through the skin. Such a big boy! Although he is acting the same way he did last weekend again now, so maybe tooth number 2 will be joining us next week. All I know is that if I didn’t have teething pellets I would be totally lost. Thank you GOD for those amazing lifesavers.

So, now for the laugh at my husband’s expense. He told me he doesn’t want every thing he does to become blog material. I said, “Well don’t say stupid stuff then.” Simple as that, right?

A couple of days ago I was rushing to straighten my hair and make myself somewhat presentable before he left for work. I milk that hour in the morning before he leaves for work for all it’s worth. It’s wonderful daddy baby bonding time.

So my husband announced that he needed to go put air in the tire of the truck before I left. I said ok. He held the baby out to me and I told him I was busy, to take him with him. But I have to put air in the tire he said. Why this was an issue was lost on me…. So?

As my husband knows, I brush my teeth, shower and shave, do the dishes, cook dinner, make coffee, blog and work, and do laundry with a baby on my hip on a daily basis. So putting air in the tire with a baby? No big deal.

He huffed and puffed and asked “But how will I do it?”

I squatted down like I was putting air in a tire with Jax in my lap to demonstrate and handed him back to go help daddy.

He looked at me and said, dead serious, “You just don’t understand how hard it is.”

I just stared real hard, in shock, for at least 5 minutes. My forehead wrinkles had to be extra deep because I was real thrown off by this statement.  What?! “Really hun, how hard is it? You’re right, I have no idea.”

He laughed at his jerkishness and walked away to fill the tire, with a baby on his hip. He made it look pretty difficult, but they both survived, I know because I peeked out the window. SSShhh!!

Perhaps now he understands how hard it is.