There’s definitely a difference between me watching the baby and my husband watching him.

The keyword here is “difference.” This post is not about a “right” or “wrong” way—it’s about the differences I’ve observed. 💡

“I’ll watch Jayden, babe. Don’t worry. I got him.”

That’s usually how it starts. And then I go off to either nap, or clean, or be on the phone. But by the time I’m half-way finished with whatever I’m doing, the house gets a bit.. ummm… rowdy. 😐

I think to myself, “Is that a cry or laughter?”

Sounds like a little bit of both. And it does nothing but get louder… and louder… and louder. When it gets to the point where I can’t hear my own thoughts anymore, I make my way to where they are in the house and pop my head into the room.

This could turn out one of two ways:

1. My husband is playing Madden (probably playing online with one of his friends at church), and Jayden is next to him on the Boppie pillow getting restless. 🙄
   In this scenario, I’d give him the “really?” side-eye, and his response would be, “What?? He’s fine. Don’t worry ’bout Jayden. He just wants to be loud.”   OR…

2. My husband is trying to rock Jayden to sleep, using various positions, to no avail. 😛
   This usually results in me taking the baby and activating the “mommy touch” to get things rolling a little smoother.

In other words,

This is Jayden with me…

… and this is Jayden with daddy.

In my husband’s defense, he is definitely the “roughhouser,” so at any given time, I will walk in to Jayden getting flipped around, spun upside-down, or being attacked by the tickle monster. 😆

I take the more calm approach by just holding him and smothering him with kisses. (This is where you guys say, “Awwww!”) 😉