Tuesday Means Micah

As Sarah and I were doing some Christmas shopping on Saturday Morning, two things occurred to me, the first things is how much easier shopping is when you are alone, and by alone I mean when you don't have to push the Cadillac of double strollers around.

The second thing that occurred to me is that our precious almost 4 month old son is getting thick.  I don't know if it makes me a bad dad that I realized he was packing on the weight when I saw a baby Santa outfit and thought how amazing Micah would look in it, but if it does, I am a bad dad.  I am ecstatic at this weight gain though, and not because he can fit into Cooper's clothes faster, but because this is about the same time Coop got some extra meat on his thighs.

This weight is a great thing because it signifies Micah turning into a person, not just a crying pooping lump.  He is getting a personality, he can hold his head up without whiplashing his cranium into the floor after 2 seconds, and he will start eating baby cereal soon (thats cereal for babies, not cereal made out of babies.  That being said Micah is so legit he eats other babies for breakfast!)

Up until this point in Micah Man's life the role of Dad is kind of diminished, not because I don't want to hang with my son, throw him around, and offer really sound sage-like advice to him but because mom is the nurturer, the feeder, the bather.  Mom gets to do those things because God literally built her for that role (granted the bather is a stretch but since I am not a huge fan of bath time Sarah gets that responsibility).  Now that the scale is moving in an upward direction for our youngest son it signifies a time when Dad gets to burst onto the scene and show Micah how awesome he is and by awesome I mean how long I can make a fart noise on his stomach without stopping to breathe.

Moms are awesome but Dad has a different role than she does, just ask Coop after he hits his head, the first words out of his mouth aren't, "Daddy, ouch."  They are, "Mama, ouch." Or when it is time for Cooper to fly like Peter Pan, he doesn't run to Mom and say, "Fly! Fly!" it is Dad that gets that responsibility.

What roles did your parents play in your life whether it be growing up or now?  How were they the same, how were they different?