Today Jake claimed Hazel for a "dada day" (we are competing for her first word, so I constantly say "mama" and he says "dada" to her... a perfect formula for her word to actually be "poo").
Did I run errands? Did I tackle my Thank You notes? Did I scrub the ever-rejeuvenating scum on the shower floor? Did I cook dinner? Did I create beautiful flower arrangements from my awesome rose bushes? Did I call old friends? Did I pay bills? Did I start a novel and take a long nap? I think you all know me well enough to know the answer to those questions ;)
As a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom), I'm probably a B+ (all the lovin and cuddles have to count for something!). I have not reached the competence level of caring for Hazel AND cooking. Today Jake made a gourmet dinner of tuna steaks, swiss chard and rice. To be fair to myself, I did feed Hazel and then cuddle her for an hour so that Jake had the time to cook.
After dinner, Jake prepped her bath (as I fed her... it's exactly every 3-hours like a Swiss clock during daylight hours. Her Swiss family must be proud!) because she had a few days of spit-up caked on her cheeks and between her chins (yeah, that's plural). Then he gave her a bath with his annoying wife hovering and offering "helpful" suggestions about the "right" way.
After her evening bath and meal it's DANCE PARTY TIME. A little somethin' I started a few weeks ago. It's cardio for me and amazingly lulls her into a calm- near sleep state. Did Jake play Hazel's usual dance music (Blueberry Pie is her favorite song)? Nope, I discovered them dancing to this:
(someday, I hope Hazel sings "My parents are real nice people, mfers" from "Everyday Normal Guy"!)