We're on day seven of full-time parenthood and it all feels surprisingly normal. Packing snacks and sippy cups for outings and cleaning up accidents and spending an hour trying to get the kid's pool to properly inflate all seem like just another day. Everyone has told us, every chance they get, "This will change your life!" And it has, but then again it also hasn't. I think it helps that Andrew and I are already old, we stay in most nights and we're around kids a lot. So, aside from the lost luxury of sleeping in, not too much has changed.
First week of parenthood: lots of hugs and kisses, dance parties, head injuries as a result of the dance parties, first cold at our house, first time to catch the kid's cold and the whole family feel like crap, hearing his occasional use of Mama and Daddy, reading books, singing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" over and over and over, watching Andrew get more excited about Little Man's new toys than Little Man himself, time outs, picking out the kid's ginormous boogers, good time with friends, and lots and lots of laughter.
It's been a good week...praying for so many more.