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January 7: This is best done on the second day in a row of single-digit weather in a usually warmish climate, when getting out of the house just doesn’t seem like a good idea.

One tube of yogurt, generally marketed for consumption by children or those on the go.

1. Remove the tube of yogurt from the refrigerator.
2. Tear off the top bit of plastic as instructed; throw the trash in the trash.
3. Hand open tube of yogurt to your hungry preschooler. Be sure that the baby is nearby.
4. Direct your attention elsewhere while your preschooler is about to consume the yogurt.
5. Turn back in surprise when you realize the baby has taken the tube of yogurt into his hand and shaken it gleefully, like a hose in the summertime. 
6. Shriek, just a little bit, before tossing the limp remains of the yogurt tube into the trash and assessing the damage.
7. Remove all clothes from your preschooler; skip the hamper and put them directly into the washing machine.
8. Check your son for the tell-tale scent of strawberry yogurt; remove socks and zip-up hoodie. Take these directly to the washer as well.
9. Spot-check the rug for evidence; wipe at least three spots.
10. Laugh at yourself. What else can you do?
11. Remove an additional tube of yogurt from the refrigerator for saddened preschooler and hope for the best…

It was another too-early morning in our household. At 5:15, she was up. We hoped it was the up-but-going-back-to-sleep kind of up, but no, it was the just-up kind. Who would get up, Daddy with a cold or pregnant Mommy?

To the relief of a grateful Mommy, Daddy got up. He played with her and read to her, and at 7:00, his shift work was over. He took his cold to bed, and ML and I spent some quality time together, reading and eating breakfast.

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, as she ate the made-to-order chocolate yogurt I mixed up for her.

“He went back to sleep. He got up early with you this morning. He loves you very much.”

“I like him. He’s a very good daddy.”

A very good daddy, indeed.