Last week, when I woke up unable to get out of bed because I was so sick, Mike went into Super-Daddy mode.
Let me just count the ways.
He physically pushed me back down in bed when I got up to take care of the babies and cheerfully told me he was "looking forward to this". He seemed to really mean it too, which helped a lot.
He made the kids breakfast. I don't know what he made, but he did it well. And then he cleaned up after them. Nice.
He got them situated and gave the boys their nebulized medicine. I really dislike that part of my morning, so this was another treat! I came out to spend some quality time with them then, since I missed them so.
I mentioned that I was so sore I could barely lift my arms. I mentioned how nice it would be to take a hot bath (me thinking, yeah, right, when do I ever get to take one of those lately?!), but the tub was kinda dirty, so nevermind. He left the room for a few minutes and came back with a grin. I heard water running. He took me into the bathroom where he just smiled, knowing he was taking care of me. He cleaned the tub for me. My heart swooned. He even put a candle in the room for ambiance. And then let me take my bath in peace. Whatta man, whatta man....
The only time all day he really worried about not being a good dad was this:
I heard "NO! NO! NO!" And then, "Awww....man!" And then he came into the bedroom and said he officially stinks at being a dad, showing me these pictures. While he was making breakfast, Alex had climbed up onto the dining room chair and dumped out the contents of the cereal box, apparently making her own breakfast! Like that's the first time THAT ever happened. ;)
Sick days are great! I think he's the best dad ever.