My boys

Did you know that while I was in labor... the most intense part, the pushing stage of labor... Tony managed to fall asleep? I remember looking over at him to see his hand resting on my thigh and his face down. Haha. Yes, I was slightly perturbed. In his defense, it was probably for no more than fifteen minutes and he had been working hard all night long pushing on my back for hours in a row. I had our doula and my mom encouraging me. If I had asked him to do anything he would have obliged. And of course, he did wake up before Oliver was actually born, so he didn't really miss anything. :)

While I like to occasionally give Tony a bad time for this... it is all in good fun. Tony is such an amazing daddy and Oliver just adores him. He can always get him to smile and coo. I love watching them interact and know that they are my boys. Forever!

Here is Ollie playing with his daddy.

So, back to Tony. He doesn't read the blog very often so I feel pretty comfortable talking about him on here. Tony has been so wonderful throughout our transition into parenthood. Not only does he drop everything to play with Oliver, he comforts him in the middle of the night, gives him baths, and never complains when a diaper needs to be changed, yet again. He's a great dad and also a fantastic husband. I am so lucky! Tony is almost always making dinner, doing the dishes, and taking out the trash. He comes home from work and jumps right in with whatever I need help with. I know I couldn't function without him!

So here is my super embarrassing confession: I haven't cooked in 12 weeks. Like legitimately cooked. Sure, I've stuck a frozen lasagna in the oven or thrown together a sandwich or two, but I haven't cooked. Tony deserves some home cooked meals again, and I finally feel like I have a hang of Oliver's schedule to where I can cook dinner without being overwhelmed.

Anyone have any dinner recipes that are easy to make? Perhaps something that only requires one hand if the baby is fussy? :) Maybe we should get a crock pot....