babysitting my ass!

Just a quick blog, little Miss is wanting to play to celebrate having slept from 9:30-4:30 last night! But I needed to bring up something that simultaneously annoyed and pleased me. I went to church yesterday morning, because I had official Vestry duty but also because going to church is a nice peaceful way to start the week. And V stayed home with her daddy, hanging out watching football and playing.

And no less than three people at church, when they asked where the baby was and I said "at home with her daddy" replied, "oh how nice, he's babysitting!"

BABYSITTING??

She's his baby too! His flesh and blood! His DAUGHTER! Ladies and Gentlemen, it is not babysitting when a dad takes care of his child!

So I brought my annoyance at the comments home, and told David about it. And this is where the pleased part comes out: He was just as annoyed as I was, and rather indignantly proclaimed that she's his baby and it's his job (and joy) to care for her just as much as it is mine.

and that is why I know how blessed I am with my wonderful husband.