Things are different

Saturday's thoughts:

Today Eleanor is 17 days old. When Mary was 17 days old, we took her out of the house (except for 2 weigh ins at the doctor) for the first time. If I remember correctly, we took her to Petsmart to get cat food. Eleanor actually went to the grocery store on the way home from the hospital (we were out of milk and bananas). The next day we took her back to the hospital for blood work, and that Saturday she went to the bank and out to dinner. The first time we went out to dinner with Mary was when she was 6 weeks old.

We (John and I) used to eat in shifts while the other held Mary (who was always fussy). We've sat down to dinner as a family every night so far. Either Eleanor is asleep or I hold her or have her nursing in the ring sling. When Mary was little, I ate whatever, whenever I could during the day. Now we sit down to lunch with John every day for lunch.

So far today, I (we) have gone to get groceries, vacuumed the kitchen and dining room, started a huge pot of vegetable soup, eaten lunch, and there's an apple pie in the oven. John's out cleaning up storm damage. Mary and I are chilling and watching cartoons (she just got up from her nap and it takes her a while to really wake up). We are about to go clean the kitchen and maybe do a few other chores. Then we'll play outside. Eleanor is napping. I'll just stick her in the stroller and let her finish her nap outside today. Then this evening John's Mom and Jim are coming over for dinner.

When Mary was small, I used to take a 2-3 hour nap with her every day. Now, I guess I'll just sleep when I am dead. Oh, yeah, Eleanor thought that 5:30am was a great time to start the day today.