Monday, April 9, 2012
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Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Me: hey, what were you thinking when you decided to lie down on the bench with the baby on your chest?
Baby daddy: I was really tired. But I was holding the baby for you while you did...something else (cook dinner? clean up? laundry? pay the bills?). So I killed two birds with one stone.
Me: Why not the bed?
Baby daddy: Because we fit there.
I guess I can't argue with that.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Wow, Daddy, the world is so much more interesting from this perspective. I mean, I'd much rather stare at the wrinkles in your shirt than check out what's going on across the room. At least you're cracking up.
(This was the kind of move that induced terrible visions of what might happen if Daddy lost his grip, even just for a second. Those what if scenarios took at least 15 years off my life in just a few months.)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Hey, can you put the baby down for his nap? Yeah, just put him right on the edge of that sofa and then pass out yourself. Perfect.
(Actually, this one makes my heart ache with sweetness. (They all do, obvi.) I never, and I mean never, would have let myself relax this much with the little bitty guy. Boy, did I miss out.)
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Look Mommy, I can drive! Sure, I still have to wear a bib to keep the milk that rolls out of my mouth from staining my bubble. And, ok, you're right, I can't sit up on my own. But look at my perfect form! 10 and 2, hands on the steering wheel. And at least I'm focused on what's out the window and not talking on your cell phone!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Mamas:** have you ever happened upon a situation involving your baby and baby Daddy that made you ask yourself, "What was Daddy thinking??!?" If you've been able to document said moment, and you feel like sharing it (and you should: it's therapeutic and sometimes even educational), send me your photos and I will post them here. All you need to do is email the photo and a caption to firstname.lastname@example.org. Let's just agree on a few "terms and conditions." I promise to keep things anonymous...and all I ask in return is that you submit in the spirit of mild mockery of or pure fascination with—but never outright disdain for—daddy's creative parenting.
To kick things off, here's the very first photo submitted to What Was Daddy Thinking. It made me laugh out loud when I opened my email.
I eat the pancakes, she eats the plate, we're both happy!
**You don't have to be a mama to submit. I'd love to hear from amused aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends, and even proud daddies themselves! Just make sure to stick to the terms and conditions.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Honestly, how did parents (dads) first think of this? It's like: Hey, I've got an idea. This peaceful little two-month old infant looks like he wants to go for a ride. Does he want to keep hanging in out in the warm, fuzzy vibrating chair where he's pretty much incapable of breaking? Nah. Let me just scoop him up, raise him over my head, and make him fly like an airplane. It sure makes me smile.
When my son was this age, I'm pretty sure I walked around carrying him at three feet max off the ground. I figured that way, even if I did drop him, things would probably work out ok. The post-partum period + a fear of heights = a perfect recipe for extreme anxiety.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Just a couple of dudes relaxing by the pool. I'm still trying to figure out how Daddy got the baby to fall asleep like that. When he was this age (one month), it typically took me an average of 20 minutes of rocking and singing like an idiot next to a running faucet just to put him down for a quick little catnap nap every couple of hours. Maybe not trying so hard has its advantages—for Daddy anyway.
Monday, January 9, 2012
This is what I returned home to find when I asked Daddy to "babysit" so I could get my hair cut. (Note: this was also the *last* time I used the term babysit to describe a father spending time with his son.) Yes, that's right, he's playing a video game with our newborn in his lap. Impressive. And quite brilliant, really. Both parties win: Dad plays his game while baby is cozy, comfy, and fascinated by Dad's face. Why didn't I think of a women's equivalent scenario? Do you think it would have worked to get a pedicure and hold the babe like this?