Bryson seems to be mostly on the mend, though he managed to wake himself up by coughing last night. Daddy stepped up to the plate and stayed up with him for an hour while mama dreamed about sleep. You know you're sleep deprived when the best your addled, dreaming brain can come up with is visions of lying in a soft bed, which you're already doing.
I mention Steve staying up with Bry to counter another recent daddy anecdote that I was recently informed about. Last week Steve took Bry to the pediatrician by himself. The "boys" were on their own that day and didn't have mama there to watch (and possibly correct) their every move. Steve became painfully aware that he had forgotten the diaper bag when, en route to the doctor's office, a particularly pungent aroma wafted in from the back seat. And, as Steve put it, he knew he wasn't the responsible party. Arriving at the doctor's office, he sheepishly asked a nurse if she had a spare diaper. She assured him that forgetting the supplies has happened to many other parents (many other dads?). Steve thanked her and then asked whether doctor-patient confidentiality extended to such circumstances so that his wife wouldn't find out.
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So much for patient and daddy confidentiality since this incident is published here in plain view. Good one daddy!
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