If I could title the past month of life, it would be “Getting Out and Staying In.” In the first few weeks with a newborn I started to wonder if I would ever leave the house again… at least to go anywhere other than the pediatrician’s office. And when I finally did leave the house without the baby, I had an odd mix of feelings, ranging between “I’m free!” to “I have one hour to get all the things in the world done” to “My baby needs me; I must rush back home.”
But as the weeks, and now months, have passed by, I am realizing we get out quite a bit. I go to school once a week, we’ve done our first official baby-free date night, I am back to running most of my normal household errands, and we’ve even completed our first road trip with Zianne. When it comes down to it though, after a few days of being on the go, Z and I like to cozy up at home and recover. She needs it. The routine of home. Napping in her crib. Limited lights and noise. And I need it too, even if it means just five minutes to prop my feet up on the ottoman and read my Bible or a chance to throw in a load of laundry. So we keep it balanced around here… a few adventures around town and many, many days of hanging out together at home… and I am loving every minute of it.
At home, we like… time in the Word, lots of visitors, game nights, cuddling in the big bed, photo shoots on the Boppy,
and cheering for our favorite football teams.
Around town, we like… lunch dates with dad, trips to the zoo, the sports bar with friends and babies, donuts after church, visiting great-grandma, Thanksgiving with cousins, Christmas shopping, visiting mom’s work, and long-awaited date nights.
