Have I mentioned I have the best husband in the world? I certainly had the best husband in the room today, at any rate. Of course, there were only three, but I bet if there'd been more, he'd still have ranked right up there. Why?
Today we took a class called "Baby Essentials," so now we know, theoretically, how to change a diaper and bathe and swaddle a baby. Provided, that is, that the baby's made of plastic, doesn't move, and doesn't cry. Aaron did a fair job w/ the swaddling, but that wasn't what qualified him for the "Best Husband" award.
No, but here's what did: as the other couples straggled into the room, two, it turned out, knew each other from work. The wives greeted each other in those high-pitched, enthusiastic feminine tones; the guys, on the other hand, gruffly exchanged, "hi, how ya doin's?" There was talk of other classes the couples had taken, and one guy exclaimed to his colleague's wife, "You're makin' him do too much!" The words "dragged in by my wife" were uttered. And so on, like that. One insisted on taking pictures, with his cell phone, of the other dad swaddling and diapering, etc, to pass around work for the purpose of embarrassing him.
And this, friends, is why I had the best husband in the room. Aaron never once has complained of me "dragging him into" a class--he knows just as little about babies as I do, and is pretty damn excited about this whole baby thing, and is not too testosterone-laden to admit either one. I did all the research and scheduling, but he's right there with me all the way.
In Mr. Cell-Phone Camera's defense, he did pretty well w/ the bathing and swaddling and all, and asked a number of quite intelligent questions. Which leads me to believe that this whole "dragged in by my wife" thing is merely a smokescreen, so men don't have to give up their rough, tough, uber-masculine mystique. Oy. Mundanes.