I went hiking up Culver Hill today with the baby strapped to my chest.

Half way up Kaia gets hungry so I dutifully insert the bottle before she can blow.

As we huff up the elevation, I pass some undeniably sturdy women battling their McDinners into submission.

A few doughgirls stagger upwards, while some others roll down.

As we pass, their eyes warm, they beam and nod.

One looks to their girlfriend as if to say: "See I told you these were out there."

Perhaps their surprise is the result of recent trends, where dads are happily absent, content to let baby-momma carry the bulk of childcare up the steep hill of parenthood (too much?).

Or perhaps I'm being a smug shit and it has only been three months so I should shut up and keep walking.

Perhaps.