Exactly My Point

Just to underscore my point that Everett would prefer if I moved out, I give you the following two comments from my wife:

- (at breakfast this morning) Meggan: Everett and I are getting into a great routine. He's been such a good boy for me the last several days. I've been taking him everywhere. So, it should be a good breakfast with daddy today.
Everett:WWAAAAHHHHH
Meggan: Wow, he really doesn't like you.

Me: I love that little guy, but good Lord, he can't stand me.
Meggan: Oh, that reminds me, I read the blog and you've got it all wrong. He doesn't cry much for me. He just really, really hates you.

Teammates

One of the primary tenets of our marriage and our family is that we take an all-for-one and one-for-all approach. Meggan and I were both raised this way and we'll both die this way. We are a team and as such we should do all we can for one another. However, we are currently having a hard time getting this through to our children. Obviously, Everett gets a tiny bit of a pass considering he wasn't on the planet 2 months ago. That said, Amelia has been around a little longer. Don't get me wrong, there isn't widespread sabotage going on at home. The problem is there is a slight divide happening at the moment. Everett clearly hates me to my utter core. He cries the minute I hold him and continues to do so until I stop. Sure, the little dude likes to cry a bit more than most, but he reeeaallly amps it up for me. Now, Amelia doesn't harbor that level of disdain for Meggan, but she has wholeheartedly joined Team Daddy recently. I wish I could tell you this is because she finally realized I am the far more awesome parent. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure it is just jealousy over the attention Everett gets from Meggan. It doesn't matter what we are doing, she always wants me to do it with her and it doesn't matter what Meggan asks her to do, she puts up a fight. Ironically, the likely fix to this is for me to spend more time with Everett while Meggan hangs with Amelia. This sounds so easy, but trust me....there are few things scarier than really ticked off babies and 3 year-olds. Wish us luck.

Growing

I have to admit, no matter how much he cries, it is getting tougher and tougher to be away from this little guy during the workday...

I Can Get Used To This

Now, before I say this, I would like to point out I love the fact that Meggan is independent and has a great career. It is actually one of the things that attracted me to her when we met. To me, there is something to be said for the strength two independent parties can bring to a marriage. There is an ironic comfort in knowing someone can leave you at any time. It helps frame the simple point that they are with you solely because they want to be. Having said all that, it is sooooo much better having her stay at home. I always have a clean house, all the shopping is done, we get to have lunch together, we only have the stress of one "day at the office", etc.

Thus, we'll be accepting donations from all of you in order to pay our bills once I let Meggan know she can no longer go back to work after maternity leave as I have become too spoiled.

A Baby What?!?

As you can see, Amelia can't believe the news that Everett is actually a part of our family and not just a stunt baby on loan...

Living the Life

Well fed...





Well rested...

When You Put It That Way

Want a quick way to feel old? Try to explain to your daughter who just told you she was one... two... three years old that are you indeed...


one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... eighteen... nineteen... twenty... twenty-one... twenty-two... twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty-seven... twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty... thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three years old.

It may not change my age, but it feels much worse when you count it out that way.