My lovely wife has been fantastic with little Fenn so far. She handling everything so well. She's worn out - but treats him like a little king - and has even managed to be nice to me over the last couple of weeks (well, most of the time....).
She does have one issue though......burp rags. She never has one. If she's in the bedroom, the burp rag is in the living room. If she's in the living room, the burp rag is in the nursury. And, the rare times she does actually take a burp rag with her....she drops it on the floor and can't find it.
I've even tried to strategically place burp rags all over the house. I put one on the couch, one on the chair....I stuff one in Fenn's diaper and Anne's bra. Doesn't work....they still disappear. For Anne....the baby and burp rags are allergic to each other.
So....I love being a Dad so far. I've tried to take good care of Anne and Fenn over the past 17 days. But, my biggest and most important job....far and away....is being the Burp Rag Retriever.....
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