Day 27

Or, Day 6 without the assistance of my parents. I thought that parenting would be a lot of pressure, but it's nothing compared to blogging. And even though I make no claims that this blog will be as interesting as 'Edamames in a Pod', there is a compunction to report interesting milestones in the child's growth or development. I have been looking at the pictures from the past three weeks and honestly, they all kind of look the same to me.

My parents left early last Thursday morning. It was nice to have their company at the house, not to mention all of their help with housework, taking care of the baby, and opening free time for me to run errands.

I got my first taste of running errands with a child last week -- I decided to go to a 12:30 meeting. I figured I'd be fine if we left around 11:45. As if timed, 11:40 rolls around and the hour long cycle of crying, feeding, and pooping begins.

The other major change is being responsible for feeding ourselves. Before the baby was born, the standard dinner question was 'Pizza, burritos, or 'fend for yourself' night?' 'Fend for yourself' nights are our version of Iron Chef, with whatever we can find in the kitchen. This usually means fighting Spencer for the last slice of stale sandwich bread.

The weather has also changed dramatically -- it's gone from warm, to cold, to wet and dreary. The lack of sunlight makes it a lot harder to take good pictures (I've been on a 'no flash' kick.) One of the perks of having a baby is the justification to crank the heat up, rather than just putting on a sweater (or in our case, a down jacket and a wool hat.) But with a baby, you can easily justify putting the thermostat on 70 and walking around in summer clothes.