Week Three: As Good as It Gets
On Saturday it was a perfect 70 degrees, so we packed everyone up and went on a picnic at one of the city parks. It was great to get out of the house together, sitting in the grass and watching Emily run around the playground while Will gazed up at the tree leaves in the sunshine.
I know that I had ventured out of the house more often at this point with Emily, but it's a lot different with two kids in tow. With Will, if I know we're going somewhere I spend about an hour before the departure time filling him up, then hope that he doesn't decide to get hungry again while we're out. So far, it's gone fairly well. I think on some level Will understands that the smorgesbord doesn't need to continue out of the house, but when we're home... forget it, he'd spend all day latched on, if it were up to him, that is. On the rare occasions that he's not nursing, I'll give him to Ian, and not ten minutes later I hear "Uh, I think he's still hungry", as Will's little head cranes around with his mouth open, searching for a nipple.
I did get to visit with my friends Pip and Meghan this week, which was a welcome break from the tedium of nursing, and made me feel like my old (pre-pregnant) self again, it's been a while since I enjoyed a latte, and even though I had to have it with soy (another story for another day), it was still delicious. Emily also enjoyed the opportunity to spend a few hours out of the house, taking a break from her over-tired, boring old mother, basking in the attention of Pip's fiance as they built towers out of dominos. It also made me realize how isolated my life has become. Beyond various interactions with store clerks and the Fed-Ex guy, my only company for the past two weeks has been with Ian, Emily, and Will. Not that I really mind too much. Ian is only one of my very favorite people, and when I'm not being irritated and downright bitchy, Emily is truly the best company in the world, and we really do have fun time as a family.
It's amazing, this change from a family of three to a family of four. So quickly Will has become one of us with a quirky personality all his own. We laugh at his strangely loud noises when he's nursing, and Ian is already making up new lyrics to songs (one of his more hilarious talents) and funny phrases about Will ("You need milking, and I'm the man to do it"). Will's name is also one of those that just begs for nicknames. Willis, Wilbur, and Sir William are just a few. I tend to call him Mister, because he's just such a little Mister with his serious face.
Some people say that having two kids is more than twice the work, but so far, it's been far less than twice the work (knock on wood). Perhaps I'm just so enjoying not being pregnant and finishing my last semester of undergraduate school at the same time. And maybe this is still the honeymoon, but (and maybe this is the hormones talking) I am just so in love with our little family, and I'm so glad that Will has found his place with us. This is as good as it gets.
I know that I had ventured out of the house more often at this point with Emily, but it's a lot different with two kids in tow. With Will, if I know we're going somewhere I spend about an hour before the departure time filling him up, then hope that he doesn't decide to get hungry again while we're out. So far, it's gone fairly well. I think on some level Will understands that the smorgesbord doesn't need to continue out of the house, but when we're home... forget it, he'd spend all day latched on, if it were up to him, that is. On the rare occasions that he's not nursing, I'll give him to Ian, and not ten minutes later I hear "Uh, I think he's still hungry", as Will's little head cranes around with his mouth open, searching for a nipple.
I did get to visit with my friends Pip and Meghan this week, which was a welcome break from the tedium of nursing, and made me feel like my old (pre-pregnant) self again, it's been a while since I enjoyed a latte, and even though I had to have it with soy (another story for another day), it was still delicious. Emily also enjoyed the opportunity to spend a few hours out of the house, taking a break from her over-tired, boring old mother, basking in the attention of Pip's fiance as they built towers out of dominos. It also made me realize how isolated my life has become. Beyond various interactions with store clerks and the Fed-Ex guy, my only company for the past two weeks has been with Ian, Emily, and Will. Not that I really mind too much. Ian is only one of my very favorite people, and when I'm not being irritated and downright bitchy, Emily is truly the best company in the world, and we really do have fun time as a family.
It's amazing, this change from a family of three to a family of four. So quickly Will has become one of us with a quirky personality all his own. We laugh at his strangely loud noises when he's nursing, and Ian is already making up new lyrics to songs (one of his more hilarious talents) and funny phrases about Will ("You need milking, and I'm the man to do it"). Will's name is also one of those that just begs for nicknames. Willis, Wilbur, and Sir William are just a few. I tend to call him Mister, because he's just such a little Mister with his serious face.
Some people say that having two kids is more than twice the work, but so far, it's been far less than twice the work (knock on wood). Perhaps I'm just so enjoying not being pregnant and finishing my last semester of undergraduate school at the same time. And maybe this is still the honeymoon, but (and maybe this is the hormones talking) I am just so in love with our little family, and I'm so glad that Will has found his place with us. This is as good as it gets.
posted by Kate @ 6:06 PM
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