Saturday morning, I went to a baby shower for my friend Mandy, who I know from the law firm at which we used to work. She currently lives in Florida, so I haven’t seen her in ages and was excited to hear she would be in town. Obviously, chasing Samantha and Amelia around the shower was not an option, which meant the girls got to spend a little quality time with Jake that morning.
A written schedule was handed off, kisses were given and the girls were placed in Jake’s capable care.
Jake was nice enough to send me text updates of what the girls were up to while I was at the shower. The first few were benign enough.
The bow was a nice touch.
As the morning progressed, it became clear that Jake was allowing the girls more and more independence…
…Of which Amelia took full advantage. Take that, Samantha!
Later on, the texts (which did not include captions) became increasingly more worrisome.
????????? I’m pretty sure at this point, I was ready to leave the shower anyways.
Fortunately, the girls were sleeping peacefully when I returned, and as a major bonus, the laundry had been folded, bottles had been washed, and no one was maimed or dead. Success!
Go Super-Dad!
Lots of love,
