Two months ago, my life changed a lot.
I ate an epic club sandwich. It was perfect.
I also met our newborn son and daughter that day.
Two months and approximately 1,200 diapers later, life looks a lot different now:
My wife and I haven’t left the house together, without children, for 60+ days.
That probably won’t happen in the near future. We’re still firmly in the paranoid parent stage.
I desperately want to go see the new “Captain America,” “300,” and “Transformers” movies. I will watch them on Netflix in six months.
We have started using online grocery shopping. Thank you, internet.
We had dinner with some friends on Friday night. I was able to engage in focused conversation 25% of the time. The rest of the night was spent bouncing, swaying, and trying to hold a pacifier in a kid’s mouth while having a conversation.
On that note, I have a love-hate relationship with pacifiers. Just like a midnight run to Taco Bell, things are great at first, but you may eventually regret that decision. That pacifier will fall out at some point and there is a good chance that baby will scream.
I’ve got nothing but love for baby swings. God bless the man or woman who invented those.
My wife is a legend.
I want to give out millions of high fives on those occasions when I successfully transition a sleeping baby from my arms to the crib. However, I give out zero high fives on those occasions due to the risk of waking the baby.
However, those times when you lay a baby down and you start to hear some grunts, whimpers, cries, or movement, those are the moments that strengthen your prayer life.
I’ve been to thirty countries and three Britney Spears’ concerts, but there is nothing greater than hanging at home with the family.
The dirty laundry never ends. The piles of clean clothes on the floor never go away.
I’m disappointed when a diaper has pee, but no poop. The poop will likely happen within five minutes of putting on the new diaper.
I enjoy baby clothes a lot.
Going to work in the morning, especially on Mondays, is so rough. I do everything to stall for time. I’ve done laundry and paid bills at 8:00am on some recent workdays.
We hit a dark spot a few weeks ago where we felt like we were going crazy. Thankfully, that has passed. However, we sometimes feel like prisoners to two hungry babies. At least our captors are really cute.
The idea of taking our kids to day care in a few months is terrifying and sad. Not just because it will cost an insane amount of money, but because we’re paranoid parents who will miss them desperately. I’m sure it will become easier as they get older, bigger, and stronger, but right now that thought is depressing.
I think way too much about germs these days.
I have listened to Katy Perry’s “Roar” 100+ times. This week.
These kids are growing up too fast. We see them as big kids already. I’m sure that’s funny to the rest of the world who sees them as tiny babies.
There are a million different baby books, videos, and websites out there that will tell you a million different ways to raise your baby. Those suggestions are infinitely helpful, but there is no right way to do anything. Just do what you have to do and don’t judge others who do things differently.
I’ve realized I use my phone way too much. I think a lot of us do. That should stop. We all deserve better.
Our kids may not like us when they are teenagers.
Taking a shower at home is now a luxury. Naps too.
Seeing these kids smile, even if gas induced, is the best thing ever.
Other than naps.