Weekly Babble Blog: Adaptation

'Three years' says the newlywed that I was in a meeting with today, referring to how long she and her husband are going to wait to have children. 'Sounds good' I said. As I left the meeting, excited to get home to relieve the sitter and hug my baby, I thought. I thought about what life was like before her, how long Dave and I waited to have a child, what life has become and how it has changed. People always told me 'it's different, but in a good way'. I think I get it.

We used to get home from work, gripe endlessly about our days, excercise, cook a leisurly meal and sit down to eat about eight/eight-thirty. I never liked eating late, but it seemed impossible to sit down before that, and it did not really matter. We watched our shows and went to bed about eleven. We've never been big on 'going out', as in to bars, but we liked our Mellow Mushroom Pizza nights where we sit at the bar. I never really appreciated our time together, because it was seemingly endless and we could have it whenever we wanted.

Most nights these days dinner is started before Dave gets home. Baby eats around five. We have happy-hour bath time (scotch for Dave, beer for me) and recount the important stuff from the day - not much griping - some dreaming. Excercise is still a big part of our lives. Mine is my me-time at the gym and stroller jogs, Dave gets his in during his work day and a little on the weekends. It is important to me that Lane gets into a good excercise and outside time routine as she gets older, so I figure we'll lead by example when possible. We finish and eat dinner about 7 and Lane plays while we watch the evening news (she turns and looks at the tv when the horns come on - but that's the only tv she watches - I am convinced it will melt her brain if she watches anything before she's two - lets see how I feel when she's mobile!). I take baby up for bed at 730, read books, and she's down about 8. When she goes down at night I savor my time and us time, it's not as endless these days. We watch a show then move upstairs for our nightly Star Trek, and go to sleep. I usually end up with the baby by morning, but we all sleep and sleep well, and it works for us. We have started going to Mellow Mushroom again. Now all three of us sit at the bar - we feed Lane her dinner there. Last week a nice man gave up his spot for us, then brough us Candy. Dave fed her a kalamata olive for the first time. People sitting next to us like that we have a baby at the bar - go figure.

Weekends are exciting. We have friends over or do weird little adventures. This past weekend we took Sydney to the vet and Moses to a farm and exchanged him for two new hens (Jack White - an all white americana who lays pastel eggs and Gwen Stefani - a silver laced wyandotte - they are both beautiful!). Moses was crowing in the back of the car on the way to the vet and Sydney was in the back seat with the baby. Lane thought that was hysterical....so did we.

Adaptation...it's an amazing thing.