The Quest for Stay at Home Parenthood

Marty just called me at work to ask when I’d be home so that he could have dinner ready at an appropriate time (and also so that he could know if he had time to also take a shower and take Razor around the lake). (Seriously, not making this up.) I think it’s cute and very sweet. But also let me tell you this—earlier today Marty and I were talking about the possibility of having real, human children in the not too distant future (no offense to Razor, and no, I’m not making an announcement). And he issued this challenge, “Well, I think I’d be a better stay at home dad than you’d be a stay at home mom.” I tried the argument of my being better equipped for breastfeeding, and he countered by saying we’d just get a pump. Maybe he’s working on showing me how great a stay at home dad he’d be by having dinner ready when I get home from work. :)