Mr. Mom

So the karma wheel spun around again and this time Mama was shuttled off to the grandeur of Baltimore for work while Papa got to stay at home with the kids. I admit to being a little apprehensive. Not about feeding, bathing, getting them to school with clothes on the right parts of them, but about the ravenous boob feeder who normally wakes up in the middle of the night hungry for mama milk that Papa cannot provide. Fortunately, we had a watershed moment. He cried, as usual, at about 2am and I let him cry for about 25 minutes and then went in to visit. I held him and something strange happened: He calmed down. Normally, I am seen solely as the transport mechanism to the boobs or the car and whenever I would try to calm him down in my arms, he would just kick and scream "Driver! To the boobs!" but this time was different. This time he chilled out. This time, his Daddy was something good beyond his transportation services. He calmed down and I lay him down in his crib and thought this is the first time he's ever seen me as someone comforting and it changed our relationship. He then slept through the night for most of the rest of the time. Good work, Charlie!