Paul and I were talking. I suggested that we should take turns taking Owen to church and Sunday School, and leave Joel at home, since both services run smack into his naptimes. Paul replied, "We're a family, we should go to church as a family, and Joel can adjust as a member of our family." I was impressed by his head-of-the-household statement, so we piled in the car and went to church.
After a nice service, thank you very much, we returned home to put Joel down for his first nap of the day. This was around 10:00. He wasn't able to settle down until noon, and only by sleeping in my arms for an hour. He was so exhausted that he had bags under his little eyes. Paul was fried. I was fried. Joel was beyond fried. Owen was playing with play-dough (he does that a lot).
So, Paul and I are going to take turns taking Owen to church, and leaving Joel at home until he is older. I guess we know who the real "head of the household" is.
Paul said, "Well, honey, in a couple of years, we'll look back at this...and be so glad this shit is behind us."
In other news, Owen and I went to the Prince Frederick Zoo, aka Petco on Friday. It was a slow day, and a kindly employee let Owen pet ferrets, birds, snakes, geckos, bearded dragons, and turtles. As you can imagine, we're still talking about this.