Leaving the house has become a production. Shoes. Diaper bag. Diapers and wipes in the diaper bag. Blanket. Toys if needed. Jacket. Baby food. Wallet. Keys. Phone. My brain. There was once a time where I could just grab my keys and go. Those days are no more.
I know that it's good for us to be apart. I know she thrives when socializing with other kids and developing relationships with family and close friends. But I feel horrible for abandoning her, and wonder if she internalizes it as "mama cares about something else more than me."
I had faith he would do his best to adapt to the steep learning curve of parenthood, but it wasn't until I actually saw my husband in action (starting in the delivery room) that I knew I was going to love him more now that we had a baby.
I've been through The Child Naming Process. When you get to this point in your life, my future-parent friends, you have just wandered into one hell of a minefield. To spare you from the disaster that awaits, I'm going to share 8 Rules for Naming Your Future Child. Ignore them at your peril.
What is the measure of a man? At this time of year, every group with a clip board and a calculator (okay, a keyboard and a data processing program) is digging in to measure men -- fathers in particular -- just in time for their big day.
To hear that scientific research has determined that new dads are tired reminds me of the scientific team that studied navel fluff. Poor sleepy dears. Babies are keeping them awake at night? Welcome to our world, papas.