Greg and I spent the weekend in Indiana at our brother-in-law's family lake house. It was a relaxing couple of days, with lots of family around to help us take care of Veronica. Extra hands are more than appreciated these days. We took lots of naps, ate great meals and watched the fireworks from a boat out on the lake. Veronica's first little trip away from home.
Things are getting better by the day. I'm finally beginning to understand her sleeping/feeding schedule and we're becoming more and more successful at putting her down in the bassinet, freeing us up for short bursts of time. I'm late in blogging today because I took advantage of her morning nap to shower, sort laundry and clean up around the house. (It's easier to blog when she's on my lap like right now.)
One thing I've been grateful for this last month is that as much as I miss Greg in an abstract way, this experience hasn't pulled us apart at all. No matter how stressful or frustrating things have been we haven't bickered with each other at all. I think I was worried that we'd end up yelling or snapping at each other under the duress of caring for the baby, but I underestimated how Greg and I work. We've hardly ever been like that with each other and, in recognizing that, I don't know why we'd start now.
We were all in the car the other day, Greg driving, V in her car seat in the back, me riding shotgun, and I asked him if he feels like we're a little family yet. Not just yet, was his answer , and I have to agree. I guess it's not an instant thing. She hasn't even been here for a month yet. I imagine it will take a bit more time before we all feel like a proper little family unit, but I know that one day we will.
