Feed, burp, change, repeat. That’s pretty much the last three months in a nutshell. In the midst of all that we had some thought provoking conversations (recent development) and staring contests (Zain usually wins…), outings to the park and to Fred Meyer/Target (who knew he’d tear through those diapers so fast?) and a couple of jaunts around the cul de sac, usually cut short by excessive heat. Cuz it’s either too hot or too dreary to enjoy having a small child strapped to your chest. I’m looking at you Vancouver. When Zain is taking a nap I’m either on my computer, watching a movie, doing laundry or cleaning bottles and breast pump parts. There is A LOT of laundry: one day Zain must’ve gone through 4 outfits, having pooped/peed through his diaper.
I feel like a mole sometimes, because it seems that Zain and I have been cut off from the world for the majority of these last several months. Having two cars could change things a bit, and of course living in a better neighborhood where I wouldn’t have to a) hike up a steep hill to get to the outside world and b) avoid anything past the hill since that’s apparently where trailer trash frequent. But even with all that, I think these last months were time well spent. My son and I bonded; we’re tight.
Here’s to what comes next (meep!)