As moms we probably think we know enough to get by after a while. We have a routine that works, and if we happen to be SAHM’s, then we’ve got our kids’ schedule fairly well figured out. However, I’ve never discounted my husband’s ideas. He’s welcome to try anything and everything as long as it is safe.
However, every once in a while, in the middle of my routine, I like to play WWDD (what would daddy do?). So I haruumphed down to the floor and was still. Sure enough, pretty soon baby girl was raising the bottom of my shirt and blowing raspberries on me. Large, loud, long raspberries. I don’t often laugh, let alone long and hard enough to make myself tear up and my throat close. Hilarity ensues. She laughs harder than she already is, because I’m laughing. Then I get her, and she laughs. Face, then neck, and I let her go, and she’s back to making my belly sound like like a flatulent rear end.
I ‘tackle’ her and tickle her and she laughs some more. Hmm, maybe there is something to this daddy thing. After all, as soon as she has a boo-boo, he hands her off to me, assuming there’s a mommy thing that I do that’s somehow better. I don’t think so, but it’s nice of him to have that confidence in me.
I think we’ll be having some more WWDD moments around here, even when daddy is at work!