I will admit - I bag on Brian a little in this blog.
Okay, a lot. But I mean in a loving manner. Really.
Brian was more than a little sad about my gate entry. And I feel like I've been pretty harsh on him - I mean, he's a great guy, good provider, great husband, blah, blah. But the good stuff isn't all that interesting; wouldn't you rather hear about the Gates of Hell? (Which, by the way, look like they have built to withstand a hurricane AND managed to escape a serious beating by the Bear today. He looks like Godzilla trying to sack Tokoyo when he shakes it.)
Okay, but I need give credit where credit is due and say that Brian is both an amazing father and husband. He highlighted those qualities today by coming home at (::gasp!::) 2:30pm. The office closed early and he left even earlier. He then allowed me to escape the throes of Motherhood and run to Baby Gap, Banana Republic, and Ann Taylor for a quick shopping trip. (Family pics are tomorrow...I am freaking out. Fall sweaters? Summer dresses? I have nothing to wear! Last year I literally threw a brown shirt over my 13 day post-partum body and was pleased I had showered. This year, it feels like the stakes have been raised.) Anyways, not only did I love my shopping trip, but it was so fun to come home to an out-of-breath Brian (I was like, "Um...what have you been doing?" as he opened the door) followed shortly by a giggling-maniacally Scotty-Bear who trailed a short distance behind. In short? They were playing a game Brian had invented called "Choo-choo Train."
I'll just leave it at that.
And then, when I was quietly eating my yogurt in the kitchen, enjoying not having to manage the Bear, I heard more giggling from the dining room. I walked in to find Brian holding the wooden bar that we keep in the window (you know, to make sure no one on the outside can open it) in one hand while pretending to smack Scotty with it. And Scotty was howling with laughter. Howling. Mind you, I can get the kid to giggle when he's with me, but he rarely erupts in all-out, full-belly laughter. And the two of them together were laughing up a storm. When I walked in, both looked over at (rather sheepishly, I noted) and smiled. When I asked what they were doing, Brian admitted that it was yet another game he had invented called (and I grimace as I write this), "Club a baby seal."
(it's a long-standing joke between us. Please know we don't condone the clubbing of any seals, regardless of age.)
After ((ahem)) that was over, he plopped the Bear in his high chair and Scotty actually ate 8 full raspberries, a whole handful of turkey, and a 1/2 of banana. And an entire sippy cup of whole milk. Without any coaxing, cajoling, pleading, bribing, begging, and/or whimpering. A true miracle and had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.
Brian bathed and put the Bear to bed. I was left to sit on the couch, sip a glass of Chardonnay, and flip through USWeekly. Oh, and I called in the sushi order.
It was a tough evening. :-)
I told Brian later how much it meant to me that he took over parenting duties 100% for the remainder of the day and gave me a much-needed respite. So yeah...he's a BHE.
Best Husband Ever.
Okay, a lot. But I mean in a loving manner. Really.
Brian was more than a little sad about my gate entry. And I feel like I've been pretty harsh on him - I mean, he's a great guy, good provider, great husband, blah, blah. But the good stuff isn't all that interesting; wouldn't you rather hear about the Gates of Hell? (Which, by the way, look like they have built to withstand a hurricane AND managed to escape a serious beating by the Bear today. He looks like Godzilla trying to sack Tokoyo when he shakes it.)
Okay, but I need give credit where credit is due and say that Brian is both an amazing father and husband. He highlighted those qualities today by coming home at (::gasp!::) 2:30pm. The office closed early and he left even earlier. He then allowed me to escape the throes of Motherhood and run to Baby Gap, Banana Republic, and Ann Taylor for a quick shopping trip. (Family pics are tomorrow...I am freaking out. Fall sweaters? Summer dresses? I have nothing to wear! Last year I literally threw a brown shirt over my 13 day post-partum body and was pleased I had showered. This year, it feels like the stakes have been raised.) Anyways, not only did I love my shopping trip, but it was so fun to come home to an out-of-breath Brian (I was like, "Um...what have you been doing?" as he opened the door) followed shortly by a giggling-maniacally Scotty-Bear who trailed a short distance behind. In short? They were playing a game Brian had invented called "Choo-choo Train."
I'll just leave it at that.
And then, when I was quietly eating my yogurt in the kitchen, enjoying not having to manage the Bear, I heard more giggling from the dining room. I walked in to find Brian holding the wooden bar that we keep in the window (you know, to make sure no one on the outside can open it) in one hand while pretending to smack Scotty with it. And Scotty was howling with laughter. Howling. Mind you, I can get the kid to giggle when he's with me, but he rarely erupts in all-out, full-belly laughter. And the two of them together were laughing up a storm. When I walked in, both looked over at (rather sheepishly, I noted) and smiled. When I asked what they were doing, Brian admitted that it was yet another game he had invented called (and I grimace as I write this), "Club a baby seal."
(it's a long-standing joke between us. Please know we don't condone the clubbing of any seals, regardless of age.)
After ((ahem)) that was over, he plopped the Bear in his high chair and Scotty actually ate 8 full raspberries, a whole handful of turkey, and a 1/2 of banana. And an entire sippy cup of whole milk. Without any coaxing, cajoling, pleading, bribing, begging, and/or whimpering. A true miracle and had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.
Brian bathed and put the Bear to bed. I was left to sit on the couch, sip a glass of Chardonnay, and flip through USWeekly. Oh, and I called in the sushi order.
It was a tough evening. :-)
I told Brian later how much it meant to me that he took over parenting duties 100% for the remainder of the day and gave me a much-needed respite. So yeah...he's a BHE.
Best Husband Ever.
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