Yesterday I had some friends from high school and their babies over for a playdate (I love reconnecting with old friends). My sister is in town and snapped some really cute pictures of the babies- check them out  on her blog here.

I love in her post that she said, “My sister and I definitely live in different worlds.” It’s true. Rebecca is 20, smack in the middle of college (art school) where she spends her days photographing fashion models and creating absolutely amazing pieces of art from things like insulation foam and recycled water bottles. I know she was a little out of her element yesterday with over an hour of nonstop talk of all things baby- how is it we can talk about the sleeping and eating habits of our children ad nauseum, and yet still find it riveting conversation? Anyway, the world Rebecca lives in seems so foreign to me- in 9 months, apparently I’ve completely forgotten what it feels like to wake up when I want, go where I want, even be out past-gasp- 7 pm.

My college days, and even my childless days, feel like a lifetime ago. I am working a few days a week this summer while Ryan is home to be with Grayson. Today I had to wake up at 5:30 am in order to be at work at 7, something that I did regularly for years before having this baby. Yet this morning it felt so weird. I LOVE my job and it was great to be there today, but it felt weird. Yes, I’ve been working on the weekends since January, but there was just something different about leaving the house before Grayson had his breakfast, or even his first diaper change. And I missed him- oh I missed that baby. But when I got home, I was tired. Really tired. And I really didn’t feel like working on G’s sitting, or feeding, or tummy time. All I wanted to do was sit on the couch, read blogs, and have a glass of wine. But Grayson didn’t want to veg with me. So we worked on sitting, we ate green beans and peas with our oatmeal for dinner, and we did a little tummy time. And we went to the park and swung to kill those last 30 minutes before bathtime.

Working moms- you are amazing. Those of you who give 100% to your job and then 100% to your children day in and day out have to be utterly exhausted. And yet you do it.

I am so, so happy that Ryan decided not to teach summer school this year. He’s been home a week, and I can already see a dramatic change in the way Grayson relates to him. G’s face lights up when he hears his Daddy’s voice and they have discovered a common love of farting noises (they both laugh hysterically when they hear one). I love how Ryan calls G his Little Monster and how Grayson uses Ryan’s thumb as a teether. Those two are two peas in a pod. And I think Ryan is relieved to get a break from his world and step into our world for a few weeks.