
I never thought I'd see the day... but Adam is completely a Mr. Mom. (Don't get me wrong,...I'm thrilled... and so proud of him... ) This is definitely worth an extra Wed. blog post.
Wednesdays are Adam's day. How lucky are we? No daycare for Ben... just family. And Wednesday is the day that Adam stays home... sacrifices finishing his PhD to watch Ben while I go to work. Today was different though. I'm home (sick) and so Adam is now looking after his 2 babies. ;) *and I get to witness what he actually does while I'm at work*
I've learned recently that Adam can handle it. He can handle anything and everything that life throws at him. He hates change...but adapts easily. When I was on maternity leave, I would tell Adam -- this is what Ben likes... this is how it's done,... change Ben like this... feed him like that. He naps at this time. Eats at this time. Poops at this time. This is his schedule.
This morning? I sleep in (trying to get better!)... Adam gets up with Ben,... makes him breakfast (cereal + fruit + eggs + toast = freaking-awesome-dad breakfast). By 8.30am, Adam is bringing Ben back up to his crib. What?!? I explain to Adam, that Ben probably isn't tired yet... he only got up at 630am,... barely 2 hours have passed... but,... Adam has a schedule to keep. Library program starts at 1030am,... Ben has to be up by 10am... so in bed at 830am is key. (okay,...if you say so... whatever. He'll see. I know better -- I'm Ben's mom after all).
Adam (nicely) reminds me that I'm "at work"... and that I should be "resting". So I give up... and head downstairs.
And wouldn't you know it? No peeps. No complains. Ben goes right to sleep. The little monkey!!
Meanwhile... Adam starts to plan dinner for tonight. Electric mixer is whirling... and pizza dough is rising. (Sweet - I'm sick and we get to have homemade pizza!) By 9.45am, Adam has started the --going to the library-- routine. Stroller is packed. Diaper bag is packed (ask me what's in it? I have no idea!!). Sippy of milk - Packed. Treats in his container - Packed. Clothes picked out - check. Adam is getting himself presentable (he's 1 of 2 dads that go...so he needs to look his best for the 'ladies'). I ask him if he needs my help. He doesn't. I ask him if I should wake up Ben for him. He asks me -- what time is it? (9.55am). He responds with,... well I usually wake him up at 10am. Sigh. Can I not do anything? Guess Adam has it figured out. He can handle it.
Ben wakes up and Adam tells him that they're going to the library... and it's honestly like a fire was stuck up Ben's butt. He goes from laying down to standing in a matter of 2 seconds...(to the point that he must have been dizzy and fell back down!)...
...and so they're off. And it's quiet. And I'm headed back to bed with a cup of hot tea.
If something should happen to me... I know that everything will be okay. Adam is a better dad than I ever anticipated (and I had high expectations -- he was great around dogs + other people's babies). He fits into the role of 'dad' so easily. Like a well worn sweater... like a great pair of leather sandals.
Sure ... we rent a 1-bedroom apartment. Adam is still working on his PhD. All of our friends have solid jobs with houses of their own. But how many have a great dad staying home with their kids (sacrificing his education in the process)? We're lucky. I'm lucky. Adam you rock my socks off (to the point that sandals are all I wear now!).
