I tend to think Mike is the smartest man I know. You'll notice I didn't say the easiest to live with or the least frustrating because those statements WOULD BE LIES but the smartest. In all the right ways.
Like fixing things and knowing what to substitute with what in the kitchen and how to raise a baby with your sanity in tact.
See, we have friends who are having a baby boy this week, and Mike told me that the father recently came to him for advice and Mike told him this:
"You know all that advice you've already gotten? I'm about to give you advice that's better than all you've heard: fuck all that advice. There are a million other people who think they know what it takes to raise a baby but they don't know what it takes to raise your baby. So, go with your gut. It's probably right. You will feel insane emotion but you'll feel it when YOU feel it, not when someone else tells you you're supposed to feel it. And, don't let your wife Google. Nothing good comes from that. Also, enjoy the hell out of this ride. It goes by faster than you can ever imagine."
I got all silent and weepy when he finished saying this. Because yes, baby. Yes yes yes.
That's exactly what I've spent two years trying to say.
That's exactly it.