Super Dad!

I must admit, I was pretty impressed with Ben's first afternoon home with Betsy. When I walked in the door at six the house had been picked up (minus his taking apart my office closet in search for the spare car key), the baby had been fed and bathed, there was a roast prepared for dinner, the laundry basket was empty, the dishwasher was empty and the bottles had been made.

I'm one lucky lady!