Laundry Day

Do you know what happens hours after hitting Publish on a post describing how easy-going and awesome your baby is and ermahgerd!!! this mom thing is so easy!? All hell breaks loose, that's what happens. The baby starts doing this thing where he wakes up whining and rolling around in his crib for hours on end (three nights in a row), you develop a horrible medieval-like boobie infection that you can't sleep off because your baby is whining and rolling around in his crib for hours on end, and you are hit with a new work project with a sliiiightly terrifying deadline. 

Maybe Will is just trying to protect me because sleeping is officially a hazardous activity. I woke up in the middle of the night three nights ago having slept on my boob the wrong way for, I don't know, a couple of hours, and ended up with an illness that took over my whole body. The irony! Sleep is supposed to be objectively good!

But you know what? The clouds breaketh and a wee little ray of sunshine wanders its way upon you in the form of 800mg Ibuprofen horse pills, a week's worth of antibiotics, and a wonderful husband who, no - he won't do the laundry, but yes - will McGyver said baby into some semi-appropriate sleepwear so you can get some extra rest. 

Football First; Nap Later; Laundry Never!!!! Works for me. (And how is that for prop styling, Kate?) 

I feel so much better today. Thank you, modern medicine. Don't get me wrong. If I ever go toe to toe with mastitis again (please no, please no, please no), I may try to avoid antibiotics with your Hermione-esque magical concoction of essential oils, sliced potatoes stuffed in my bra, and grapefruit seed extract, but for now, umm, pass the horse pills please. (The Internet tells you to do the craziest things.) I didn't think myself prone to this type of thing - going six months of relatively problem-free breastfeeding - but I know that when you get it once, you are more likely to get it again. Hence, I should probably fortify myself with a stash of natural remedies in the event of a repeat performance. (But really, potatoes?) 

Enough about my boobs, right? Right. Let's just draw your attention to this photo I took the other day for a little game we like to call Caption This! 

What is going on here? Daisy seems pretty upset and Will is clearly concerned about her well-being. What a sensitive soul. Or, someone just farted. 

Probably the latter. 

Definitely the latter. 

In fact, I could probably caption all photos of Will and/or the dogs with the caption, "Someone Just Farted."

My life.

Real Dad of Genius

Am I aging myself with this reference or just showing my cards that I watched way too much TV as a child? Anyway, Fathers Day is coming up and you know me, lighting up this Internet with heartfelt reflections. Will had a tough break as a first-time dad. He only spent two weeks with us before heading off to JAG School, and when he returned after two months, don't you know he was expected to more than carry his weight and help with all things baby when he returned. A lesser man would have pulled the "I don't know how/I'm out of practice/why don't you just do it" card. Not he. Will got right back to fathering that baby like he'd been doing it all his life. (On top of growing multiple blades of grass in our otherwise barren back yard, but that is for another post perhaps.)

This post is dedicated to you, Will Brez, a real dad of genius.

Real dad of genius!

I'm talking to you, Mr. Let's See If The Baby Can Change His Own Diaper:

Of course he can. That baby has the dexterity of a jellyfish and a mind like a steel trap. 

He'll figure it out eventually.

A real baby of genius.

Mr. Wrecking Ball Lullaby Singer:

Why wouldn't that Miley jam be the perfect soothing tune to lull your baby boy right to sleep? It's the perfect soundtrack to his life in light of his new skill of tipping rolling over.

Mr. Baby Fashion Trendsetter:

Tank tops and diapers. Why are pants even a thing anyway? To get pooped on? This baby fashion trend will surely catch on. Your spirit animal is fashion blogger.

Speaking of fashion, I'm looking at you Mr. Masculine Baby Wearer:

You wear that baby to perfection. 

Fatherhood looks good on you.

Real good. 

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You may have noticed that Fathers Day isn't for a couple of weeks. I've always said we should celebrate Fathers Day every day! JK, Man Crates is celebrating Fathers Day for an entire month. Man Crates is a new company that ships awesome gifts for guys in custom wooden crates. Their stuff is manly (and obviously husband approved). They are giving away a crate a day for their favorite Dad Brags. To enter, just brag on your dad or husband's super parenting skills on social media using the hashtag #DadBrags. We are banking on winning a Grill Master Crate, so that Will will be enticed to cook dinner for us every night the rest of the summer. 

Although we are already winners with a real dad of genius like Will Brez.