I always assumed I'd be the stronger disciplinarian in this parenting partnership. J, while certainly strong, is a bit of a pushover when it comes to the people he loves. (That's why we saw nothing but chick flicks for the first 3 years of our courtship. The guy never said no, so I kept dragging him to Jennifer Aniston movies.)
But now, 10.5 months into motherhood, I'm showing weakness already. It's all the fault of those baby blue eyes. I know he shouldn't chew on my (questionably clean) car keys, but he loves to chew on my car keys, and when I try to take them away I get the sad puppy dog eyes. I know he really shouldn't be allowed to empty the lower refrigerator door shelves each and every time I open the refrigerator (stocked only with plastic containers after that pickle jar incident)...but it makes him giggle to throw mustard across the kitchen, and saying no...yep, sad puppy dog eyes again.
Don't fret, I promise to be a whole lot tougher when he pokes his play date in the eyeball* or when he brings home an 'A was naughty at recess' note from his kindergarten teacher. I'll definitely be tougher when J and I come home from a weekend away and find high school Mister A hauling a keg out of the kitchen. I'll totally put the smack down then, no matter how adorable his big boy blue eyes are.
* unless his play date is a toy stealing brat