Who is this guy?

Dinner is done. I set the table. Ask the kids what they would like to eat. Put food on their plates.
Is that hot? 
Yeah a little I just cooked it.
I mean too hot for Seark to eat? 
Ummmmm why yes. Scorching hot in fact. I have the car ready in case we need to run to the hospital in the event he gets third degree burns on the roof of his mouth.
You don't have to be so sarcastic. You could have just said no. 

Yes I could have. I could have just said no. He could have also not asked and just trusted that I would not give our 3 year old food hot enough to burn his mouth.

Ry tried french toast today.
He did? Is he allowed to have that yet? 
Nope. He's not. But he is our third. I am not going by the rules anymore.
Ha Ha.
No really I am much more experimental with him. The doctor specifically said no french toast and I just thought what the hell and gave it him anyway.

I mean really who is this guy? Is he my husband or my supervisor? Does he really need to ask these questions daily? Double checking everything that I do? Clearly the kids are well taken care of and have never any major incidents. Why the constant need to question  E V E R Y T H I N G I do with them? From what they are eating to the temperature of the water in the tub. I am waiting for him to hand me the "how to book for dummies" most days. I try not to take it personally knowing that he really can not help himself. But really how can you not? And so questions like that have been the grounds for many an argument.

When it comes down to it I know that he is just in general a worrier and even more so when it comes to our kids. But most of the time he leaves me wondering who is this guy? Which then makes me wonder who am I? I mean he is not the laid back. Don't give a shit. Scotch guzzling. Humorous guys I fell in love with over a decade ago.  If he was we would most likely be divorced. How much have I changed? Am I still the girl he fell in love with?

The truth is kids can bring out the best and worst in you. Having a baby brings things to the surface from your own childhood that you had not thought about... since you were a child. They make you reevaluate your opinion on your parents and upbringing. Realize how much work it took and wonder how much they had to change to adapt to you. Who were they before you?

Having a baby can and will change everything. In a former life I was a night owl with an extreme distaste for anything that resembled the morning. Until I had a baby that wakes up at 5 am. Religiously. I used to go with the flow. I don't even know what the means anymore because if we aren't on some type of schedule the chaos that ensues is enough to get me committed. Which might seemed like a welcomed vacation.  I didn't know a thing about super heroes 5 years ago. Now I live and breathe them. I sling fake webs and could practically play the part of Mary Jane if they ever need a replacement for Kirsten Dunst because I have watched the movie that many times. I remember holding real adult conversations about pretty much anything and being able to actively participate and add my own two cents. At present I have no knowledge of current events unless they interrupted Mickey Mouse Club House which never happens because even Disney knows not to interrupt that shit. I purposely don't watch the news because... well... it is true... ignorance is bliss.

Having kids has changed my husband into a hardworking worry wart and me into a sleep deprived morning person that won't stay out passed 5:30 because I won't deviate from our evening dinner/ bedtime schedule. Who the hell are we? And how is it possible that with all of these changes we have stayed together? I admit there are times when I feel like we are reading different books and being on the same page is not an option. I often wonder who is this guy? Then I remember he is still the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with... just for different reasons now. Yes he has changed but so have I. Sometimes I miss who we were but I love who we are... together. So who is this guy... he is the father of these beautiful boys we made and I wouldn't have him any other way. Okay minus the daily inquisition I wouldn't have him any other way.