With my wife being off from school for the summer, we have a little more flexibility with getting our son up, fed and ready for day care in the mornings, but I still take the lead most days. Partly that’s because my routine with him is already established, but mostly it’s just that I really love getting him dressed and spending time with him while he has his breakfast.

However, recently I had a pair of early morning meetings to cover that just weren’t going to allow me to take care of him those days. In fact, I had to be out the door and on my way before he was even awake, so I only got to blow a kiss as I crept past his crib.

My wife was happy to take care of him and everything went smoothly. But when I got home from work that first day, I was bowled over by how cute he looked. I am very proud of the outfits I pick out for him, but my wife put him in a little polo shirt he’d never worn before and with the little shorts he was wearing when I got home, he looked like an adorable tiny person.

By the time, I got home from the second long day, he had clearly had a day of his own and was down to just a onesie when I walked in, so he looked more like a baby than a little man.

The next time it was my turn to dress him, I decided to put him in another little polo he’d not yet worn and shorts, so I could get that same effect. But it didn’t knock me out. My wife assured me he looked super adorable and we concluded it must have just been me.

The best we can figure it, his level of adorableness must increase for whomever doesn’t have to change his diaper and struggle with getting the clothes on him.

However, we recently bought him a little accessory that I believe pushes his level of adorableness into precious territory.

After watching the boy attempt to run away from us in crowded places, my wife and I purchased a little backpack for him that is attached to a leash.

As a friend of mine put it, yes, we are “those parents” and we have no problem with that.

He’s at the age where he can slip out of our grasps and loves nothing more than running off to explore whatever environment he is in. He’s not yet old enough to understand his actions have consequences, so we’d rather have a tether to him than let him run off a curb and fall face-first onto concrete. And, as I mentioned, he can now run. My wife and I are faster than him, but all it takes is a second while we’re distracted for him to get somewhere he shouldn’t be — and my wife and I are easily distracted.

But the other good thing about the backpack is he looks all kinds of precious wearing it. We strapped him into it the other day so we could all go for a walk with our two dogs and he seemed to be fine with wearing it, for the most part.

He’s still easily distracted himself and when he decides he wants a closer look at a rock, bug or leaf on the ground, having that leash doesn’t do us any good when he just sits down on the sidewalk. But I think he understood we were giving him a little freedom while still having a way to get him if we needed to.

He ended up walking the majority of the time, meaning I only had to carry him for a little while, which is a definite improvement from walks before the backpack and leash.

William C. Wadsack is the managing editor of the Herald Democrat and a first-time father. He never realized just how expensive children could be until the birth of his son. Email him at wwadsack@heralddemocrat.com. Follow him on Twitter @WCWadsackHD.