Mr. Mom

It has been an adjustment living here in South Carolina without family to help take care of all these babies we keep having.  As hard as it's been for me, it has to be doubly hard for Steve.  He really took advantage of enjoyed his Mom and Dad being within shouting distance from our house.  I would often drop Steve and the kids off at The Bergs on my way to work so they could spend 'quality time' with Grammy. 

It was really, really challenging when I had to work twelve hour day shifts for orientation.  I would leave before the kids were up and wouldn't come home until they were in bed. Steve, with the help of a sitter here and there, would have to do everything for the kids.  There are some things that he's naturally good at doing--dinner and wrestling.  Two very important things, right?  Those two things, alone, will keep my boys healthy and happy.  However, the little things like, brushing teeth, homework, and combing hair, Steve tends to fall a little short.  It's why it takes two, right?

By the end of my day shifts Steve had just about everything down!  The last day I came home, the kids were in bed, house was picked up, and I had a dinner waiting for me!  Steve said, "Thank God those day shifts are over, this has been hard!"

Somewhere in those day shifts Harrison had picture day at school.  I ironed and layed out his outfit, leaving Steve with the only instructions to comb his hair and don't make him look like a goob. 







Shirt tucked in? Check.  Belt? Check.  Combed hair?  Dangit!  Steve swears he did brush his hair and it just popped back out like that.  That is clearly bed-head, folks.  I can even guess how he was sleeping by the shape of his hair.  He looks like a combo of the two guys from 'Dumb and Dumber.'

I ordered the smallest picture package just to forever remember these days....and to make sure Steve never lives it down.  That's what wives are for, right? 

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