At 15 years old I was required (by the 'rents) to take the PSAT course in hopes of boosting my SAT scores to those suitable for a fine institution and in turn, leading to a successful career.
At 16 I signed to a modeling agency and was thrown into a very rigorous "runway walking" training in order to land my first job. (yes, you read that correctly)
At each stage in our lives we are prepped, trained and officially certified. You all know where I'm going with this....
At what point are we certified to properly care for a child? NEVER. EVER.
(unless you count creepy Baby Alive, who taught us if you crank the baby's arm she'll pee her pants)
Enter...my brother. He had the genius idea of "Baby 101 Weekend". When he had his second son in April, he asked us the expected age of our son when we bring him home. I estimated the earliest would be six months, most likely older. In April, my brother picked a date in October (making his son six months) and said "You guys are coming down that weekend and are on full-duty. We'll stay home in case you need anything, but we're acting as if we're not there. You're doing the feedings, the burping, figuring out why he's crying, entertaining him, changing him, the whole shebang."
At 8:05pm on Friday, 10/24, we bounced off the train in a flurry of excitement for our upcoming training. Fast forward to the scene on Sunday, 10/26: drooling on each other while slumped over bracing one another up in our respective seats.
I highly recommend this for anyone becoming a first time parent. We are more ready than ever.
Thank you Amy, Scott, Jack and Theo for the most valuable life training EVER.