When I met the future Dad, Interrupted he told me that all he wanted out of life was to be a husband and father. What you’re seeing here is DI’s first lessons in Be Careful What You Wish For.

Now, DI is nothing if not an enthusiastic father, and he was thrilled when Sam arrived. (And this is a brand new baby you’re seeing here…Sam was ten pounds even, and DI either didn’t hear or willfully ignored my news that his size wasn’t some sort of illustration of DI’s awesome babymaking-fu, just me not being able to process sugar very well)

But here’s DI doing the thing that gets you tagged with spit up on the shoulder, and he’s so happy that his son is spitting up on him. I’m happy to be holding him, too, but had already learned how to read the signs and knew to get a diaper over my shoulder stat. (When you get to baby #3 you can live dangerously and wait to get the diaper.)

I don’t have a picture of it, but there’s another story of how DI Learned What Babies Do: I knew enough to throw another diaper over the baby when I opened up a diaper, because baby boys tend to spray you when you change their diaper. It took DI awhile to learn that lesson, though; he would take Sam into change his diaper and you’d hear him talking to him and then you’d hear, “Who’s a cute baby, yes you are, yes…no, no…don’t do that…noooooooo!”

And then we’d get another diaper.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016