So my wife and I might be a little competitive without actually acknowledging it. Or maybe we do. Von Bebe now says maamaamaamaamaamaa…. (and on and on). She’s not actually saying Mama. But it’s really stinkin’ close. And since I’m home all day I’m trying to get her to say daadaadaadaa instead. It’s not working. I don’t know why we bother because the first words out of her mouth will probably be “Ricky, shut up!” (Ricky’s the dog who won’t stop barking)
And when my wife barely nicked Von Bebe’s thumb with the nail clippers, her response was, “I was hoping you’d be the first one to break the baby.” (I’m paraphrasing a bit)
Now that I’ve been home for a few weeks I’d like to think I’m getting the hang of nap schedules, feeding times and things like that. But I think moms have an innate ability that guys just can’t compete with. Example:
Wife: “She’ll probably wake up in the next 20 minutes”
Me: “Wanna make a bet?”
Wife: “No. I don’t like to lose. But I bet I’m right.”
And she was.
I don’t mind being an ass about the competition because I think my wife is right there with me.
But HERE is a very good guide on how I can avoid being an ass with my daughter as we grow up together.
And now for an awesome picture. (Love these eyes!)