Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Barry's Coming Around

I've really done my best to not overload Barry with baby stuff. He probably would beg to differ. But I'm enjoying watching him warm up to the fact that a baby is coming. Don't get me wrong, I'm still warming up to the idea, but I think it's a bit easier for me than him. But I've caught him in 2 remarks that make me flutter inside with smiles...

This weekend I stared at my messy house and kept thinking "how are we going to bring a baby into this world with our messy habits." I think I even mentioned to Barry that we need to keep the house clean because soon it's going to be filled with the baby's crap. Finally Sunday I was OVER the kitchen looking like a shit-pot mess. It still had days-old dishes in the sink, after I washed all of his messy dishes from his brother's visit on Wednesday. I was feeling the whole: "I work all day then come home to THIS and have to clean before I can even think about cooking something for myself and my baby is probably starving...gripe gripe gripe..." Sorry. Back to Sunday... SO, on Sunday when it looked like he would much rather watch House on DVD after I asked him to help me clean, I said "F-it" and started doing it without him. He kept asking me to stop and go to the couch to snuggle with him. I'm like "NO, shit needs to get done, snuggling is not going to make it cleaner." He insisted that if I gave him 2 minutes that he would clean the whole kitchen for me. I gave in, even though I was NOT in the mood. When I laid next to him, he hugged me and said "I don't want to see you get all worked up like that, it's not good for the baby. I'm sorry I let the kitchen get like that..." I really tried to resist breaking my bad mood, but he worked his wiles and I just couldn't help but feel good when he seemed truly concerned for the baby.

Then yesterday, while he was cooking the YUMMY filling for our enchiladas, I asked him why he didn't use the flavor packet. He said "I put my own spices in so I know exactly what's going into my wife and my baby." He said my baby. It was the first time I heard him say that. He's the kind of guy that is more inclined to call the baby "it" than "baby".
I enjoyed the moment and gave him a kiss.

4 comments:

Jim and Garret said...

Awwwwwwww how sweet! So cute!

Angelle said...

Love to hear those things. :)

Mandi said...

BTW, the kitchen looks SPOTLESS. :)

Alix said...

Awwwwwww (no Garret, I'm not copying you)... that is so sweet.

When Larry and I got married he insisted we never leave a dirty dish, fork, or spoon in the sink and it was the absolutely best rule he ever made. We are in the habit of cooking and cleaning up and either loading the dishwasher or washing dishes every single night. Yeah, you don't usually feel like it, but you never regret it in the morning. There's nothing in the world like a clean kitchen. I'm proud of you. And I'm really really really happy about Barry's "my baby" comment. Swoon.