Thinking of Tim having to deal with a traumatized Charlie on his own brought back a Henry memory. It was open house night, when I had to be at school for an hour or two in the evening. Henry would've been around 4 months old at that point. It was one of the first times I'd left him. I knew he and Tim would be fine, but I kept my phone on me just in case (as any paranoid new mother would.) About halfway through open house I got a message from Tim, asking where the formula scoop was. I replied that it was in the formula (duh, right?) Unfortunately, I was wrong (it happens rarely, but it does happen!) I had combined cans of formula earlier that day and somehow had thrown out both scoops. So poor Tim was scouring the kitchen for a scoop with a screaming Henry. (Henry was very laid back and mild mannered, but if you let him get hungry he would let you know he didn't appreciate it!) I frantically looked up the measurement of a formula scoop while Tim tried to calm Henry and make a bottle all at the same time. Luckily we remembered there was some breast milk in the fridge, so the crisis was averted. And I made a pit stop at the store on the way home to get a new can of formula complete with scoop.
Henry is much like his mama in that way...quite unhappy when he gets hungry! It's times like those (and now with Charlie) that I'm thankful to have such a wonderful partner in this crazy thing called life. I feel awful that I'm not there to help, but at the same time I know Tim has it handled. I am a lucky lady...having a husband who sends me off to enjoy a little vacation (knowing it will be good for me) while he holds down the fort... Thanks Tim. I love you!
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