I’m really glad we put a little effort into our bedroom before Lowell got here because it’s basically our own 2 man (or one mommy, one baby) cave. We spend a lot of time on that bed.
Though sometimes we have visitors.
Yes, 4 weeks and one day into this (you did not misread that nor did I mistype- FOUR WEEKS), and I’m still hardly able to get it together enough to get out of my jammies for the day or move past a sloppy ponytail.
We are so, so, so fortunate that Scott just went back to work, and that he works from home quite often. It’s been much easier on all of us as we try to transition into a functioning routine again- one that now involves mandatory punctuality when it comes to getting Kendall to kindergarten. I am not exaggerating when I say I am scared of how much I will fail at that part when I’m on my own.
I’ve done a pretty good job of fighting off the urges to jump back into life and laundry and menu plans and to-do lists. It’s not hard when you get to lay on your bed and look at this all day.
I love to count the rolls starting to form on his chubby arms and legs. I love marveling at his cheeks as they fill out.
Can’t we just hang here until he’s old enough to run away from me?
Real clothes are overrated anyway.