Why I (Stephen) would make a terrible Mom.

1) I can't produce breast milk...which happens to be one of Adler's favorite things.
2) I am not wired with the patience Kristine has...my heart rate goes straight up when Adler goes into "screaming baby red face" mode.
3) In addition to the lack of patience, I am not as skilled at calming Adler when "screaming baby red face" mode goes into "wailing infant purple explosion face" mode...breast milk would also help here, but Kristine has a bunch of other nifty tricks that work really well.

There are probably a ton of other reasons I would not be a good Mom. It's a tough job, and one that continues to gain more and more respect from me as I watch the challenges Kristine faces every day. So much more difficult than a job, as I deal with whiners, but I have this lovely grey cubicle to escape to. Instead, I hope to be a good Dad. There's still stressful challenges I'm facing, but they feel alright because of my competitive nature. For instance, being the only income gives me this caveman-like sense of "protect family, find dinosaur to feed child and wife" and drives me to work hard. Also, the idea of me getting up on a Saturday and putting on some ugly wind breaker/soccer coach outfit gives me happy thoughts. Really, being a Dad feels pretty cool, and it's fun to find all these new things out about being a Dad on a daily basis.