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Yesterday was my husband's birthday. We celebrated a little bit the Saturday prior, by taking the twins out shopping and for a late lunch. Our wonderful neighbors watched Lincoln for us so that we could actually have some adult conversation and maybe hold hands. We each strapped a baby to our chest, and walked around without even a stroller. Sexy! I liked the mobility until we sat down to eat, at which point it would have been nice to set the babies elsewhere while we shoveled food into our mouths. We just had to laugh at ourselves while we carefully lifted our sandwiches up and over the bobbing baldies, trying not to drop bbq sauce on their sweet little heads. They ended up wearing napkin hats.

His actual birthday was Monday, so he had a normal school schedule. The day began like every other: Lincoln's rapid footsteps in the hallway followed by our bedroom door slamming open. He announced something cute and funny like, "I'm Thomas. Hi Percy! Hi babies!" Then his daily request, "You want to get up and go downstairs and get me vitamins and tea, Daddy?" At 5:45 a.m. it's hard to say how much Daddy wants to get up and go downstairs and get vitamins and tea... but of course he does it just the same. He never complains about lack of sleep, event though I usually wake him up in the middle of the night to help me burp the babies and change diapers.  In fact, Tyler doesn't complain about anything. I actually have to pry it out of him if I think there's something wrong. He has always come home from a long day of work (now school) with nothing on the agenda but family time. You know how sometimes when you walk in the door, you just need a minute? A small pause to transition into home-mode? Tyler doesn't-- he just jumps right into it. Sometimes he doesn't even get to change out of his slacks and tie before he's rushed off to the playground or pulled to the floor to vroom around with some hot wheels.

While I was on bed rest, Tyler was Mr. Mom through-and-through. Lincoln is an energetic kid, and he quickly lost interest in me once I couldn't get up to play. So Tyler handled the majority of the parenting ontop of the overwhelming business of arranging our move. He bought a trailer, moved our things into it, transferred money every-which-where, and handled my incessant requests with patience. (Usually.) If I've been stepping up my game lately in the house-wifely department, it's because I have a partner who inspires me. I'm proud of my husband for managing to move our family here to Massachusetts. I'm confident that he'll do well in school and make the most of opportunities to network. And I'm excited for our future together.

Happy Birthday, handsome!