Well, friends, I’ve officially become a human again. Sure, things aren’t perfectly smooth… baby is upstairs squawking in her bed sleepily instead of actually sleeping, I made a green smoothie that tastes like brown water and I insist on eating it anyways and my plan to eat healthier resulted in a major oversupply of perishable food in my kitchen.
But four months after her birth?
This little munchkin is (generally) sleeping, eating and playing like a champ, and actually prefers to spend portions of the day left alone on her playmat, in her exersaucer, under her mobile, in her jumperoo or simply swinging to contemplate life, practice new skills and, let’s be real, munch her hands.
And so I have some freedom to keep a cautious, hovering kind of distance (periodically rescuing her from scooting off the playmat and forcing her to slow down once in a while to take a nap, which she may or may not comply with). And so first I began cooking dinner again. (If you count popping frozen lasagnas in the oven cooking.) Then I began putting real clothes on instead of just a clean set of pjs/sweats/yoga pants/robe. Then I joined Pinterest (follow me!). Then I began to decorate my home again. Then I began to really cook, I mean to the point of buying a stalk of brussels sprouts (the resulting half-chopped stalk sticking a foot out of the trash can made for an interesting conversation piece for my sister’s visiting friends.) and making risotto for New Years.
And now, I will begin to write again. I forgot how much I like it. So stick with me, I’ve got a lot to say.
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