Let me start out by saying that Ritchie is turning out to be the husband/daddy of my dreams. He has taken on the lion’s share of housework after a hard day at work. He is very attentive to my needs as well as Jessica’s. He’s patient with me and Jess and it’s fun to watch the two of them interact-I am so grateful for him. He has proven to be a champ when it comes to getting little arms into small “sack of pajama” sleeves but he has had some trouble when it comes to diapers and bloomers as illustrated by the following two dialogues.
A little background-I change almost all the diapers. Ritchie had a bad experience the second night she was home (read: pee and poop everywhere) so he’s been hesitant to take on this task except in cases of emergency. It’s fine by me because he doesn’t hesitate to do the dishes, laundry, cleaning and shopping so I don’t mind the diapers.
Ritchie: “I had a really hard time getting her diaper on, I think maybe they’re too small.”
Lindsay: “Oh really, the package says they work for infants up to ten pounds.”
Ritchie: “Well, I think she needs some new ones.”
A few hours later:
We have to leave for church fairly early andwe’re not getting a ton of sleep these days. So last Sunday we snoozed the alarm until we had just enough time to feed Jess, get ready and get to church. I fed the baby while Ritchie got ready and but that meant he needed to dress her while I got ready. When I set her clothes out the night before I’d been disappointed to find that her cute little dress didn’t come with bloomers. I checked a few other outfits and found some white bloomers so I figured we’d just use those. As I dashed to the shower, feeling a little sad that I didn’t have time to dress Jess, I left her with Ritchie along her little pile of clothes. He came in once to ask about the missing bloomers and I suggested that he just pull some from another outfit in her closet. I came out about 15 minutes later to find Jessica naked (except for her socks pulled up to her knees) and Ritchie digging through an array of bloomers. This is the pair he had selected:
Lindsay: “Honey, she CANNOT wear those bloomers with that dress to church!”
Ritchie (innocently surprised): “Why not?”
Lindsay (incredulous): “They don’t match!”
Ritchie (slightly defensive): “But they have purple in them like her dress.”
Lindsay (firm): “Honey, she can’t wear those bloomers. I meant for you to use a pair of white bloomers.”
Ritchie: “I tried all those others on her and they don’t fit. She can’t wear Grannie Panties to church.”
Lindsay: “They’ll work, however they look it’s better than those.”