Super Awesome Husband

I have a SUPER AWESOME husband.

I serve on the board of directors for our HOA and participate in weekly conference calls. These calls take place at a time that's rather hectic for us because Chris is usually preparing to leave for work. Despite this, he always puts his stuff aside and entertains the kids so I can take care of HOA issues. So that makes him awesome.

When today's conference call was over, I came downstairs to find that Chris had prepared dinner for Owen and was washing the dishes. Two things I certainly don't expect him to do when he's getting ready to leave. Totally awesome.

But the part that makes him SUPER AWESOME...

While Owen was still sitting in his booster seat, I noticed his right hand was missing. Because it was in his pants. In the back, not the front. He pulled his hand out and it was covered in you-know-what. I looked at Chris and jokingly announced, "he's YOUR kid... YOU take care of this!" Without argument, Chris took Owen upstairs and gave him a quick bath. (Well, he grabbed the camera and took a picture first.) SUPER AWESOME!

We really don't have any poop stories other than this one. We've been lucky.

I know that most dads handle poop as well as vomit, spit-up, urine, snot, blood, and any other projectiles that I'm forgetting to mention. But I would like to let the world know that MY HUSBAND IS SUPER AWESOME! And I appreciate every last bit of that awesomeness.

Check out this picture of the traumatized child staring at his soiled hand. (Should I have blurred that out? Just pretend it's chocolate.) Random: Not sure if this is a coincidence, but Owen started saying "chocolate" today. Except it comes out "gock-lit".