As most moms will tell you, leaving the kiddos with dad in charge can be a bit of a challenge. For me, it’s a breeze. PW took to fatherhood the second Baylie was born. In fact, he kind of had to – I couldn’t get out of the bed so he had to change all the icky first diapers and by the third one, he was a champ. He’s always been hands on and easy going with B and it’s never a problem to leave them home together.

Unless you expect a clean house when you return.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – no seriously. It’s actually comical to see what has transpired during my absence. Baylie is always fed and happy, same with PW so I can’t be upset. But the aftermath of “Baylie and Daddy time” is of epic proportions. Take for example a few weekends ago…

I was having lunch with some college friends on a Sunday. I left around 11am and Bay was down for a nap. I hadn’t changed her out of jammies yet because she had gone down early for her nap and was taking an extra looong one. I met the Phis and enjoyed catching up for a few hours. When I returned home around 2, I found this…

When I asked if some sort of bomb had gone off, Peter replied “we were building forts”. Gotcha. And the clothes? “to weigh down the blankets so they would stay up and we could crawl under”. Now, who can be mad at a dad building forts with their kiddo? Not me, but I did have to comment on the amount of chaos that had occurred in the short time I was gone. The kicker? I figured out when Bay woke up from her afternoon nap that she was still in her jammies AT 3 IN THE AFTERNOON. Also, they had ventured out to Chipoltle and yes, she was still in her jammies complete with berry stains from breakfast. Sigh, at least she had on clothes 🙂