Dad Flying Solo... - A Mommentary Life

…seriously, who can resist a man, a cute baby and no wife to be found? 😛
Most of Chicago, it turns out.
I left my husband alone with Malia during the first 4 days of our trip to Chicago. I had a seminar, but wanted them nearby. While I’m sure Mike had some reservations about being left alone with the baby, he still made the best of it. This was his opportunity to bond with her the way I did when I was on maternity leave….and an opportunity to work that “solo daddy” card while out and about Schaumburg, Illinois. Oh yes, he went out with the baby, with a sob/pity party story to share. Ha!

But he handled it like a champ. And by the third day, Malia was clinging to him and crawling to him to snuggle by his side. Me? Jealous much?

Okay, maybe a little. LOL

But this is why I love my husband. Far too many times, I’ve run into father’s who are afraid to be alone with their kids. Luckily, I know more fathers who are the opposite. Mike is one of those opposites.

So why do I love my husband?

He steps up to the plate. The “Need a bottle in the middle of the night”, “Go out and by us dinner”, “Please change the baby, I can’t stand the smell of her poo” kind of step up to the plate. I ask, he does. So long as I do it politely….or with tears streaming down my face.
He lets me throw temper tantrums, and then talks me off the ledge….with patience. He is SOOOO being trained for Malia’s Terrible Two’s and Pre-teen Hormones. See? I have a reason for my own insanity.
He let me sleep my first night home because I hadn’t slept in over 48 hours when Malia was born…even though he hadn’t slept during that time either.
He supports me through every single one of my “great ideas”….and trust me, I have a lot of them.
He let’s me pick on him because he knows I need the release.
He recognizes when life is getting the better of me and swoops in to save the day.
He eats my cooking, even when it tastes like crap.
He brings me a cup of coffee every morning without me having to ask.
He dresses Malia up in pink (even though I hate it) and teaches her about sports.
Speaking of sports, he lets me talk about it like I know more than he does and actually listens!
He makes Malia laugh
He delights in every single one of Malia’s accomplishments and scrambles to capture it…even if it means buying the latest and greatest video equipment.
He thinks things through so we make the right/smart decision….but doesn’t put up too much of a fight if I really need a new purse…..or if he needs said video equipment.
He waits at the finish line after everyone of my races….even if it takes me 8 hours to finish.
He pays for my gardening supplies, even though he knows it’s a waste of money.