I have the best husband in the world.
On Tuesday (the 30th) my MOPS group planned out a Pumpkin Patch Playdate at one of the churches in town. They set up storytime, games, and pumpkin painting. I wanted to go and take pictures with the kids and the pumpkins. But, the night before, Kennedy slept terribly and I was incredibly tired, so I asked Kevin to come home from work and help me get the kids ready for our 10:30 am outing. He agreed and we were able to make it.
We drove up to the church, and there were NO big pumpkins there. NONE. (When we got home later, I had gotten an email which explained that the church had an unusually large run on pumpkins the Saturday before, so the nice ladies in charge went and bought some small pumpkins for our kids to paint. At least we had that. And, what was I thinking, going the day before Halloween?) Kevin’s picture-taking opportunities were incredibly limited, but he found a way around that. (Read on.)
So, we get out, walk up to our group, and Colby decides to run all around the large grassy area. This is pretty normal for Colby, except that this particular field of this particular church bordered a very busy street. So, off Kevin went to chase Colby around, while I talked with the other Moms and carried Kennedy in the mei tai. Kevin ended up taking some really good pictures of Colby, all the while making sure Colby didn’t dart out into oncoming traffic. Oh, and Kevin was completely dressed up for work that day, too, slacks and a long-sleeved dress shirt with dress shoes.. he might have even been wearing a tie? But he definitely wasn’t wearing his running shoes.
At some point in time, Kevin switches kids with me - I play chase while Kevin takes pictures of Kennedy. But as soon as it’s my turn with the boy, he runs over to the little pumpkins and throws them on the ground. He thinks they are balls. In his mind, they’re round, they’re orange, they must be basketballs! After a little while, he starts crying and screaming like he’s in pain. “What’s happening?” I ask him. “BAAAAAA,” Colby says. Lots of tears, lots of sadness. I ask if he wants to paint a pumpkin or put stickers on it. “NO, HURT!” he tells me. I ask if he wants to listen to the story or play games? “MAMA, BOOTY HURT!” ohhhh, no.
Well, long story short, Colby had diaper rash. So I took him to the car to change his diaper and make sure he was okay. All the while, Kevin is taking care of Kennedy and talking with the other Moms in my MOPS group! What a trooper.
I am so grateful that Kevin came with me because I could not have handled all that drama by myself with 2 kids! With all that he does, working 3 jobs - at Capsher, at home, and at church (but not in any particular order), it never ceases to amaze me that he puts his family first. He really didn’t have time to take off and go with us to this function, but he knew it was important to me to try and be there. I could have never gotten there without him! In something that seems so simple, he really does care about the details of my day and I am truly thankful for him. Kevin is such a great Daddy to his kids, but he’s an even better husband to me.
Here’s the pictures he got to take that day.
Check out these dimples!
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