Oliver may have my looks and my personality, but he IS picking up a few things from his father, and George deserves a lot of credit for what he is doing to raise the bar for men everywhere.

For example: One day last week I was telling George that my back hurt, and Oliver asked, “Should Oliver rub Mommy’s back?” Obviously he has seen his (saintly) father rubbing my back EVERY SINGLE EVENING (not just while I’m pregnant, but always) because he knew just what to do. I was speechless with surprise as he proceeded to softly, oh so softly, trace big circles around my back for about 20 seconds, peeking around to watch my face for reaction. I melted under the gentle touch of his little hand. Then he stood back, eyebrows raised expectantly, and asked, “Is that better?”

I gave him a huge adoring hug and said, “Oh, honey, thank you so much… you made my back all better!”

It made him so proud that he’s been giving me a little “back rub” every day since then.

Yes, I know. My boys spoil me. And I love it.

Dear Future Girlfriends and Daughter-In-Law: YOU’RE WELCOME.