The Kid Has Arrived

I’m not the type of person who makes New Year’s resolutions. I know myself too well to bother with this usually. This year, however, I do have a few things I’d like to put some effort into. One, of course, is to be a better parent to Milo, especially as we transition into a 2 kid family. Two, to be more engaged in the world around me. I need to learn to take some time to myself more often to remember that there’s a me outside of my role as mother. And three, I want to work on being a better partner to my husband because, man, he’s really been hitting it out of the park lately, even more so than usual. It’s so easy to let him take care of everything because he’s so good at it, but I need to remember that he needs to be taken care of too.

Matt’s been learning to cook over the past few months, which is really fortuitous timing because I’ve developed a complete lack of interest in cooking. He’s gone from a repertoire consisting of scrambled eggs and pancakes to making a beautiful New Year’s Eve leg of lamb dinner for 10 in just a few short months. Seriously, if it were up to me to do all the cooking still, we’d be reverting back to some serious college-style eating of gross vegetarian processed frozen foods and Annie’s mac and cheese. Food preparation is so unappealing to me these days that that’s about all I can manage, which is strange because I used to take such pleasure in cooking real food.

Matt wakes up every morning with Milo at the crack of dawn so they can spend a few hours together before he heads off to work, which allows me the luxury of sleeping in until 8:30 or so. On Saturday morning, I woke up with a start to an eerily quiet apartment, sunlight streaming in through the blinds, feeling completely rested for once. A little while later, Milo came running in, cheeks aglow from his morning outing with daddy. While I lay in bed asleep like a big fat pregnant lady, they went to the farmer’s market and then the playground.

Even after a long day at work, he comes home and waits on me. Sure, in my defense, I’m having some real physical problems during this pregnancy, so I’m kind of useless by 8pm after a day of picking Milo up and chasing around after him. Still, Matt works long hours and has been up since 6:45am, and I know he’s tired too. He never complains though and keeps on giving 100% all of the time.

I need to set this post as some kind of pop-up reminder to myself periodically about good I have it with this man.