When you're Father of the Year

you spend your Saturdays doing this:

and cleaning up this:

instead of what you really want to be doing,

which is this:

We appreciate you, dear.


The Buckleys said...

Jill, I am so happy that I just found your blog. Too cute! Yes, your man is father of the year---those pics are disgusting! And I love your April 1st post: hilarious!

M. G. said...

Yeah for Brad (and you) What a great guy. Aren't you glad we live in a time when husbands can and want to do those things. I would not have made a good wife 50 or more years ago. I'm way to stubborn. Love ya, Cant wait to see little Jace. hahahahahahaha or is it Ed.

Wolfingtons said...

What a guy! Jill how are you feeling?

Jourdan said...

I am laughing my head off right now.

Those few months before potty-training-success are absolutely horrid. Their bowels are so strong and explosive...they can really push that stuff through and it's not like it's just baby food any more.

And it always seems to happen about the time you have an infant in the house. There's gonna be allotta poop around there for a while. Good luck!

The McKell Spot said...

Oh I'm so sad that I just enlarged that pic to see what it was. I threw up a little in my mouth. He is a good man!

melmck said...

hey, so where's that baby already?