You moms will know that wonderful, satisfied feeling of getting your baby’s belly full. You feed them, and then sit them up only to have them belch a huge, milky hiccup. A baby with a full belly is a happy baby! And you went to alot of work to get them there.
Then you hand the baby to Dad.
A word of caution: this isn’t always a good idea. Dads have a tendency to do things like play baby airplane, or baby flying trapeze, or let’s-see-what-happens-when-we-hold-baby-upside-down games. And then our fun-loving dads wonder why babies like to barf on them!
Let me tell you a true story.
It was an evening recently and I had filled the little guys food tank to full and handed him off to play. Now I’m usually a very good wife and out of concern for my husband’s wellbeing, I will say “Be careful, I just fed him.” I’m not sure which part never gets heard.
For about two minutes into the playtime with Dad, I heard a yelp from the bedroom where Dad and the kids had been laying on the bed playing baby airplane. Rushing into the room, I stopped in my tracks. Apparently the airplane had lost an engine in midflight.
There lay my poor husband
drowning (okay not really drowning, although he might have said he was drowning) with the biggest pile of baby barf between his eyes and running down the sides of his face! He lay there kind of like a beached whale, all the while still holding the baby above his head. Apparently he couldn’t see since the barf was covering his eyes! I forgot to look, but Baby was probably smirking right then.
And being the oh-so-good wife that I am, I doubled over in laughter. Yes, I laughed so hard I could barely hear his cries to please get the baby and a rag! I was pretty much helpless. You know that wonderful, from-your-toes laugh that doesn’t come around often enough? I had a severe case of that right then.
In between peals of laughter, I managed to get him a towel and took the happy-chappy baby who seemed to be enjoying the whole mess. I figured I better not hurt my marriage any longer by refusing aid to my poor husband. And bless me, but I don’t think I even said “I told you so.”
When he could finally sputter around the spit-up, he told me that they were having fun until all of a sudden he looked up. And saw a big long string of barf heading his way! Thankfully he closed his eyes at the last second.
And you’d think after a near-drowning experience like that, that Daddy would’ve learned his lesson.
Apparently not, because he still plays “let’s-hold-the-baby-upside-down-and-see-what-happens”. . .