Two blessed hours later, I woke up, wandered into the kitchen, and Jared said Clark had just gone down for his morning nap. He then proudly announced, "Also, don't worry! I already got him all dressed and ready for church." Uhhhh....
WHAT DID THAT MEAN?
It was such a sweet gesture to get Clark ready for church, but, let's be honest...I'm more than a little particular about Clark's clothes. So I asked, "What exactly is he wearing?" Jared replied, "One of those fancy shirts you buy him. I don't know- it has pineapples and fire trucks on it."
Clark woke up, and when I got him out of his crib, this is what I found.
In case you can't tell, that's not a shirt. That's a bubble romper, meant to be worn alone. And Jared had creatively paired it with a pair of what he calls "hipster skinny pants". I laughed and told him thank you, but explained that it wasn't actually a shirt, it was it's OWN whole outfit by itself, so I started to take the bubble off and put another shirt on. Suddenly Jared looked at me like I lost my mind and said, "I can't believe you are taking that off. Meghann, do you have ANY IDEA how long it took me to get that thing on? There are just SO MANY confusing parts and REAL buttons!"
And then I got to thinking about dads. And about how dads are not moms, and that's just fine.
Dads dress babies in whatever is clean and looks easy, colors and patterns be damned! Moms just...don't.
Dads let babies have all kinds of crazy adventures that a mommy probably would not. For instance, meeting up with the guys for an afternoon of beer drinking downtown while mommy is at a baby shower.
Wearing an Angry Birds t-shirt no less.
Dads are brave and feed their babies things that are both completely devoid of nutrition and also choking hazards in a mommy's eyes, like pepperoni pizza.
And dads even let the baby pose with the beer because it's funny. Mommy tends to worry about the people sitting nearby that are judging...um, I mean watching.
Dads do things like attach the baby walker to a leash so the baby can't get too far before being reeled back. Mommies just follow the walker around the house all paranoid about basically everything.
Daddies love to give sink baths and teach babies how to splash around violently and how to work the sink sprayer. Mommies always just wipe up the mess (but secretly think it's funny, too).
I could go on and on. Daddies are not mommies and that's ok. In the end, it's better than ok, because everyone knows that dads are cooler and more fun, and I'm fine with that. And mostly I'm just thankful that my baby has such an extra fun, extra cool dad.
(But really, I did change his church outfit because, let's be serious....)