Write something nice...

At this point, perhaps you won't find it surprising to learn that C-Rock didn't fawn all over me during my pregnancy. For instance, I spent many evenings stink-eyeing him from across the sofa as I reeeached over my belly in order to rub my own feet. Or the countless times he didn't notice me struggling to waddle fast enough to keep up with his mammoth stride. And don't get me started about the time I -at 8.5 months pregnant mind you- stayed up until the wee hours of the morning building our son's crib solo. While I'd rather attribute his seeming indifference to general dude naivety and NOT to a lack of gratitude for the harrowing sacrifice my body and I were making to bring his only son into the world... the overall neglect led me to drop more than a few hints that I was really REALLY hoping for a nice "push present".

"A push present" you ask? Why, it is a lovely gift given to a new mother by her baby daddy to say, 'Hey! Thanks for this magnificent feat which you have accomplished!" Now, we all know I LOVE a good present, but this one was especially important given my hormonally fueled longing to feel appreciated.

And ultimately, he pulled through! Well, except...

He had the foresight to ask for advice on one of his message boards where he got the idea to purchase a designer diaper bag. He did find it on clearance on their website, but he EVEN paid extra for the gift wrapping (a first)! So, when we came home from the hospital, there was a gorgeously wrapped package waiting for me. Once we had settled in a bit, he brought the package over to me and eagerly watched as I opened the attached envelope. I read the card... looked over the card at him... looked back at the card... looked back at him. "What does it say?" he asked me. A few more glances back and forth, then I ask, "Is this a joke? Are you messing with me?!" With a look of concern he says, "No! Why? What does it say?"

Write something nice. Her name is Julia.

I read it aloud to C-Rock and he exclaims, "No way! Let me see that!" I hand it over so he can read it himself. Then he bellows, "Those IDIOTS."

Well C-Rock... there's at least one idiot involved here, but they ain't at Kate Spade.