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I hope they stay this wonderful.
Yesterday, I had my first day back at work after my leave, and felt pretty good about how it went. It was a little overwhelming - lots of things to remember and new things to learn - but it felt good.
Then I came home to find out that Drew had had a very good physical therapy session - he's doing well, and she agreed he's ahead of the curve on physical development/strength (something I suggested Scott, who handled the appointment, point out because it could impact the exercises we needed to do in the next month - and indeed it did). She wants him to keep coming until he's sitting up on his own and grabbing toys, simply to be sure that his age isn't masking any problems with the arm, but so far it seems pretty good. Glee.
This morning at four am I fed Drew, and didn't get back to sleep for an hour because he was warm, cuddly, snuggled against me, and I couldn't put the sleeping baby down. Then he slept well enough that I actually got to make up the missed sleep. Then I got to run all the errands I intended to today, and now have food for work next week, as well as exercise clothes which fit.
Then we each had lunch and Drew had been playing and napping and was in a great mood, and it's pleasantly warm outside, so we took him for his first walk around the neighborhood. He can't see a whole lot from his stroller while he's in the infant carrier, but he could see some (except for the area where the sun was on his face and I popped the protector up to block it), and he seemed generally interested. But most interesting? We met one of the neighbors down the street. She was just settling her baby son in his bouncy seat near her flower bed so she could weed, so of course we wandered over with ours. Her son? Born two days before Drew, at the same hospital. They live in the next block of our street. So cool. So now we've all met and said hello.
Things I like about this neighborhood: kids out riding bikes and playing on the sidewalk. Being, in other words, kids. Neighbors. Babies. Front yards and porches. I'm looking forward to putting a bench on ours so we can sit outside sometimes.
Yesterday, I had my first day back at work after my leave, and felt pretty good about how it went. It was a little overwhelming - lots of things to remember and new things to learn - but it felt good.
Then I came home to find out that Drew had had a very good physical therapy session - he's doing well, and she agreed he's ahead of the curve on physical development/strength (something I suggested Scott, who handled the appointment, point out because it could impact the exercises we needed to do in the next month - and indeed it did). She wants him to keep coming until he's sitting up on his own and grabbing toys, simply to be sure that his age isn't masking any problems with the arm, but so far it seems pretty good. Glee.
This morning at four am I fed Drew, and didn't get back to sleep for an hour because he was warm, cuddly, snuggled against me, and I couldn't put the sleeping baby down. Then he slept well enough that I actually got to make up the missed sleep. Then I got to run all the errands I intended to today, and now have food for work next week, as well as exercise clothes which fit.
Then we each had lunch and Drew had been playing and napping and was in a great mood, and it's pleasantly warm outside, so we took him for his first walk around the neighborhood. He can't see a whole lot from his stroller while he's in the infant carrier, but he could see some (except for the area where the sun was on his face and I popped the protector up to block it), and he seemed generally interested. But most interesting? We met one of the neighbors down the street. She was just settling her baby son in his bouncy seat near her flower bed so she could weed, so of course we wandered over with ours. Her son? Born two days before Drew, at the same hospital. They live in the next block of our street. So cool. So now we've all met and said hello.
Things I like about this neighborhood: kids out riding bikes and playing on the sidewalk. Being, in other words, kids. Neighbors. Babies. Front yards and porches. I'm looking forward to putting a bench on ours so we can sit outside sometimes.
