Now I've Heard it All

My husband can be a bit of a know-it-all (picturing my friend Chris reading this and saying, "A BIT?!!" but I'm trying to be nice here). Last weekend he took us several miles out of our way by accidentally exiting onto LBJ (I-635 in Dallas) from I-35 south simply because both the GPS and I were telling him he needed to get one more lane over and we clearly don't know as much as he does. I may not drive that much in Dallas anymore (I'll admit I prefer to have him do it), but I certainly had to as a single gal. Before they built the Oklahoma City temple, the closest one to attend was in Dallas and it is located off of 635 and Preston Rd. So while I know nothing about downtown Dallas, the Grapevine area, OR all the new George Bush toll highways; I do know the LBJ/I-35 junctions and exits going both north and south very well. It didn't really inconvenience us that badly, but sometimes his constant surety that HE is right is very annoying, especially when he isn't. (And while he didn't exactly apologize, he did acknowledge that we were on LBJ a lot quicker this time around than he would have a few years ago.)

So, last night the baby is kicking and squirming and letting me know in all ways that she is crowded and uncomfortable. Since I knew she was awake, I thought I would try something I read about recently. I grabbed a flashlight and tried to get her to follow the light. Given how quickly she stopped moving altogether (for which my bladder said "thank you, thank you!), she had no interest in this at all. The kids and I tried for a few minutes more before giving up on it. To which my husband said "Well, Mom would have a lot more luck with that if she didn't do things like that while the baby was sleeping." Umm...excuse me? I may not be a walking road map, I may not know how to put a crib together or replace a toilet (because if I did those things would be done by now and not still works in progress...AHEM); but as I'm the one carrying the baby and as I'm the one who has had four babies before this; I *think* I know better than he does when the baby is awake and when she isn't. I'm not mad and I wasn't last night when he said it, but I am incredibly amused. Apparently, he really does know everything.