Hold on to your chairs, girls, I have exciting news to report. No, I'm not pregnant...
Saturday evening, January 20, at approximately 7:20 p.m., my husband actually PICKED UP A BABY! Of his own free will! Without being asked! Grabbed him right out of the Johnny Jump-up and snuggled with him for a good 10 minutes. Yes, I'm sure it probably had something to do with the fact that Garrick was screaming his fool head off because he knew somehow that I was feeding Gunnar and not him, even though he couldn't see us.
I was amazed. That was a night for the history books!
Now, we just have to get him to feed, burp, and change diapers, and we'll be all set for kids of our own! :-)