My wife and I are a great team when it comes to taking care of Jake. Obviously, she does the majority of it, but we each have our own skill sets when it comes to parenting. She’s good at everything. And I can get Jake to make fart noises on command.

This week the inevitable happened…Mama J was called away to work for THREE DAYS AND NIGHTS! I always knew it was possible, and I’ve been secretly…OK, openly dreading it for quite some time. When she got the call, I started reviewing my choices. 1: Drop to my my knees sobbing and claim insanity. 2: Throw myself down the stairs and hope something snapped. 3: Cowboy up and be the Super Dad I know I can be! I chose number 3.

I’m half way through day two, and I must say, Jake has been a complete…ANGEL! There was a moment yesterday when I almost called Mama, begging her to come home. Jake went into meltdown mode before his afternoon nap. He was in a panic, crying “Ma-MUH, Ma-Muh!!!” I knew he wasn’t hungry, so I reverted to my early Daddy method of “The Five S’s”. I can only remember three, so I threw up a “Hail Mary”. Side, sway, and shoosh! I call it my “sleeper hold”. And just like old times, Jake was snoring in my arms in minutes! I knew then that everything was going to be OK.