It’s been several weeks since I’ve had a second to breathe and actually update this blog.  Ava is back to work and I’m in charge.  Since losing my job, it just seemed right to stay home with the baby.  I could actually start looking for a job and we could put him in daycare, but for now, we can afford our lifestyle on one income.

The first 8 weeks were certainly a learning experience as every parent can agree.  Between feedings, diaper changes, lack of sleep, self doubt and general anxiety, it’s a wonder we are all still around to enjoy this time.  Ava and I had/have our share of disagreements.  Should he cry this long?  Is he hungry?  Can you change his diaper this time?  Where’s his binky?  Should we use a binky?  Thankfully, I have short term memory loss when it comes to our arguments.  Ava on the other hand seems to always be right.  In her eyes, of course.

After my first official stay at home Mom week ends, I have to admit several things.  I don’t miss the politics and bullshit of work.  I don’t miss the incompetent managers, the buearacy of the financial world or the acceptance of low expectations. 

I miss the daily adult conversation and big words.  But I love singing out loud all day long, jazz hands, cooing and hiccuping.  I love saying ‘does someone have a poopie diaper.’  I have better hearing now….  ‘No, that’s his pick me up cry, not his feed me now cry.’  I can lift amazing things with one hand, while still burping junior in my other hand.  My legs are in their best shape EVER….  And I can safely admit that it is perfectly healthy to be absolutely totally in love with two people.  My partner Ava and our wonderful son, Dominic.

Sweet dreams to both of them.