Who won?

I get to spend every Sunday afternoon with my three-month-old son, Micah. Hailey meets for a couple hours with some high school girls from church to talk about their lives, the Bible, things that they are going through, and everything else that girls talk about when they are together (you girls know what I'm talking about, you guys don't have the slightest idea). While many fathers believe that taking care of their children is the responsibility of their wives, I pride myself in being a helpful dad. Thus, spending a Sunday afternoon with my son is an enjoyable experience for me (especially when I get to nap at the same time he does :)

Today, it took much longer than usual to get Micah to go down for a nap. I began the attempt at 1:30 - here is how the next 50 minutes went:

1:30-1:40: Micah spits out binky, Joseph puts it back in. Micah smiles, makes a few noises, and spits out binky as if to say "you're a sucker, dad, try again."

1:40-1:50: Micah finally settles down and starts to fall asleep

1:50: I lay Micah down in his crib after finally falling asleep and rush to the bathroom to relieve myself - something I have been waiting an agonizing 20 minutes to do. While in the bathroom, Micah spits out his binky and begins squealing (happily) louder than I've ever heard him before.

1:55: I walk into the room and the second I get to the side of Micah's crib, he lets out the hugest pooo known to mankind and looks up at me with a huge grin, once again seeming to say "you're a sucker dad, try again."

2:00: I get Micah out of his crib, change his nasty diaper, and begin the process all over again.

2:00-2:10: See comments on 1:30-1:40

2:10: Micah is beginning to get tired. Oh, but wait, he spits up on my neck and begins squealing again..."you're a sucker dad, try again."

2:15-2:20: Micah is finally getting tired (once again) and finally passes out on my shoulder with his face in my neck (yes, the same side that he spit up on...yummy).

2:20: I lay Micah down at his crib, sound asleep and look at him thinking, "you're a sucker, Micah - I WIN!"

I don't really know if he won, or if I won. And in reality, being a parent is not much about winning or losing (though that mentality does often make it more fun for a dad), but more about learning what works and what doesn't work. And sometimes the things that work best don't even work when peeing, pooping, and spitting up are involved. At least through the whole process Micah was never once unhappy. I'm grateful to have such a happy son!

Time for a nap or some reading...I feel like a winner!

Am I, or is Micah?