Thursday was my last day home, so we walked to Dylan’s work for a quick visit. Here he is on his last day for a little while.
Friday we switched roles and Dylan took over care of our Kyton. This was me before work. It was a work day, so I didn’t have to dress up hence the casual clothes. Walking out the door was hard, but I’m sure much easier than if I left him at daycare with a stranger. I KNOW he’s in good hands.
I came home at lunch to find this…
A happy baby, and an appropriate shirt! He was even wearing pants, since it is finally cool enough around here to do so.
Apparently Dylan’s hair was messy, so I was only allowed this picture of his stay at home dad (for that day) wardrobe.
During Dylan’s first day as a stay at home dad he managed to keep the baby happy, fed and even got him down for a few naps. This in itself would have been enough for me, but I realized that he also cleaned the bathrooms, fixed the ice-cream scoop, washed the dishes and put them away and ran a load of laundry. He even made me dinner since we were going to a friend’s house and they would have only food I don’t eat. On my very first day at home with Ky, granted the baby was a week old, I only managed to feed him, and don’t even think I found time to eat myself.
Sounds like Superman to me!