My Husband Rocks Friday: The Messy Baby Patrol Edition

Dude, how did it get to be Friday already? Where the heck did this week go? I had planned to post a recipe for peanut butter cookies this week. Oh well, I'll do it today, so stay tuned for a yummy peanut butter cookie recipe.

So it's time to talk about Husband again. Already. He's finally home from his last business trip, which is nice, although he was working late for most of this week and getting up at the ungodly hour of 5 am (which is earlier than even I get up, and I get up early). That was not so fun. But, this week, we've finally established the habit of having family dinners every night with Baby, which has been really nice (and not at the same time).

My husband rocks because he is more than happy to take over with Baby when I get to my breaking point. My breaking point often involves food. Baby is going on 16 months old, and is not very good with utensils yet. He tends to dive into food with his hands, which leads me to respond "Eww, gross!" and freak out. That's when Husband steps in (if he hasn't already), and continues the feeding process.

Take last night for example - we sat down to dinner mere moments after he got home from work, and he sat right down with Baby and started cutting up his food and placing it on his tray. We don't bother with plates yet, because Baby just upends them and makes an even bigger mess. Baby had a pile of mashed potatoes that he grabbed and they totally took over his fist. He thought this was pretty cool. He then shoved said fist into his mouth, and wads of mashed potatoes fell all over the place. Same with the meatloaf, which kept falling apart on its own, so he'd grab a piece, bring it to his mouth and it would disintegrate. I totally had to get out the Dirt Devil after this meal. But while I was cringing, Husband was taking it all in stride and was totally at ease with the royal mess Baby was making.

I've always envied that - Husband's ability to be totally calm in most, if not all, stressful situations. At the very least, he appears calm at those moments. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I tend to overreact. That's just me. I'm also the one who flips out when Baby isn't sleeping when he should be and when he isn't doing something the parenting books say he should be, so I guess those are just the parenting roles that we've taken on. Either way, I think he totally rocks as a dad. He's so awesome with Baby. Sometimes I'm jealous of the fun he has with him.

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